Poor Tina was the slave of this voice and touch.

Grief and resentment, retrospect and foreboding, vanished--all life before and after melted away in the bliss of that moment, as Anthony pressed his lips to hers.
Captain Wybrow thought, 'Poor little Tina! it would make her very happy to have me.

But she is a mad little thing.' At that moment a loud bell startled Caterina from her trance of bliss.

It was the summons to prayers in the chapel, and she hastened away, leaving Captain Wybrow to follow slowly.
It was a pretty sight, that family assembled to worship in the little chapel, where a couple of wax-candles threw a mild faint light on the figures kneeling there.

In the desk was Mr.Gilfil, with his face a shade graver than usual.