Her hands grasped the bed-clothes in her slumber, and with every rise and fall of her breast, rose and fell a little locket worn round her neck by a black cord.
Kate's fingers touched it lightly.
"Poor soul!" she said; "poor little Agnes! Are you going to stay with her until morning, Grace ?" "Yes, Miss Danton." "I could not go to my room without seeing her; but now, there is no necessity to linger.

Good-morning." Miss Danton left the room.

Grace sat down again, and looked at the locket curiously.
"I should like to open that and see whose picture it contains, and yet--" She looked a little ashamed, and drew back the hand that touched it.

But curiosity--woman's intensest passion--was not to be resisted.
"What harm can it be ?" she thought.

"She will never know." She lifted the locket, lightly touched the spring, and it flew open.