It could never be done; she had suffered, and had done some good and much evil; the past was ended and put away for ever; she could not, for all she might give, again set herself "To the same key Of the remembered harmony." She closed the last letter of the little pile and put them carefully away.

Already they seemed to her one of her most valuable possessions.
Mrs.Costello had finished writing to her cousin.

She was busy with Murray and a map of France; and when Lucia came back she called her.
"Come here, I have half decided." "Yes, mamma.

Where is it ?" "Of course, I cannot be sure.

I must make some inquiries; but I think this will do--Bourg-Cailloux." Lucia looked where her mother's finger pointed on the map.
"Is it a seaport ?" she asked.
"Yes, with steamers sailing direct to England." "But in that case, will it not be in the way of tourists ?" "I suspect not; I have looked what Murray says, and it is so little that it is pretty evident it is not much visited by the people who follow his guidance.