"Are you in pain, dear ?" she would ask, perplexed.

"I am afraid you are worse than we think;" and I would answer coldly, "Thank you; I suffer a little, but it will pass away.

It is only weakness.

Pray, do not trouble yourself so much about me." My only excuse was that my heart was breaking; but this I could not explain.

And still she was faithful and winning, would not take offence, and would not be repelled.