Your secret is safe with me; but I beg your permission to share the rest of your intelligence with one of my brothers--the only survivor except myself of that mission.

If you will permit me, I shall visit you again--I should like much to make friends with mademoiselle, your daughter.

She recalls to me strongly the features of my once greatly loved pupil." With this little speech he departed, and left Mrs.Costello to wonder over this last page in her husband's history.

Only a year ago how little would she have believed it possible that a man respectable, nay, venerable, as this old priest, would have thought kindly of Lucia for her father's sake! After a little while she got up and went to look for her daughter.

She found her sitting at a window, looking forlornly out at the lights and movements in the place, and not very ready to meet the lamplight when she came back into the sitting-room.