I shall stay with you this afternoon." "I have been writing to Mr.Strafford," Mrs.Costello said after a pause.

"Some time ago I asked him to come up and see us; he could not do so then, but I hope now to be able to persuade him.

I think, too, that the squaw who was here yesterday may be one of his people.

Formerly I knew something of many of them; that might account for her coming.

I have told him of it, and will do nothing until I receive his answer." Lucia was silent; she longed to say something, but the conviction that her mother was quite decided in her reticence on the subject of the mystery, which was clearly so painful a one, restrained her.