"Possibly he may come over, and then you will have an opportunity of speaking to him, perhaps." "Yes," Lucia said, very slowly, thinking of her note, and of the comfort it would have been if she _could_ but have sent it.

"Oh, mamma, if we were but in England!" "Useless wishes, dear.

Give me your advice about writing to Mr.Leigh." "You will write, will you not ?" "I suppose I must.

Yet it is a difficult letter for me to answer." "Could not you just say 'I will do what I can ?'" "Which is absolutely nothing--unless Maurice should really pay us a visit here, a thing not likely at present." So the conversation ended without any satisfaction to Lucia.

Nay, all her previous days had been happy compared to this one.