What do you think of going first to Mrs.Bellairs, or asking her to come to you?
It seems to me that, if that were not the most comfortable thing for you, it would be for Lucia." Lucia looked eagerly at her mother.
"Yes, mamma," she said; "let me go into Cacouna in the morning, and ask her to come and see you.

Do tell her first, and let her tell Bella." Mrs.Costello understood how her child caught at the idea of being relieved from the sense of deceit which had lately weighed upon her whenever she was in the company of her two friends.

The idea, too, of telling her secret to the kindly ear of a woman rather than to men, was an improvement on her own purpose.

She assented, therefore, thankfully.
"Only," she said, "there is no need for you to go.

I will write a note to Mrs.Bellairs, and I think she will come to us." But, as it happened, the note, although written, was not sent.