She had tears on her face, and as she looked down at her little white bundle, I noticed that a tear fell on your little hand.

I did not like it, Cardo; though I thought I was perfectly indifferent to my child, I shrank from the sight of the tear on your hand, and hoped it did not prognosticate evil for you.
"Agnes was too ill to see me until the next day, when Betto said she was calling for me.

I rose and went at once; but on the stairs, coming down to meet me, was a girl, whose face I recognised at once as that of Essec Powell's sister.

I felt great indignation at the sight, as Agnes knew my intense dislike to the Methodist preacher, and, drawing back for her to pass, I said, 'I did not expect to meet a stranger in my own house at such a time, and I must beg that it may not happen again.' "The girl passed on, with an angry flush upon her face.

Betto gently drew me into an adjoining bedroom, and, with a troubled face, implored me not to give way to angry feelings.