Alas! there is no glass now to guard either the hair or the portrait; but see how carefully she wraps delicate paper round it, and locks it up again in its old place.

Poor child! God send the relenting may always come before the worst irrevocable deed! This action had quieted her, and she sat down to read Maynard's letter again.

She read it two or three times without seeming to take in the sense; her apprehension was dulled by the passion of the last hour, and she found it difficult to call up the ideas suggested by the words.

At last she began to have a distinct conception of the impending interview with Sir Christopher.

The idea of displeasing the Baronet, of whom every one at the Manor stood in awe, frightened her so much that she thought it would be impossible to resist his wish.