How my heart ached for him as I thought of what he must have suffered in the silence and solitude of his long exile! Was it well for me that I had discovered the Family Secret at last?
I have sometimes thought not.

I have sometimes wished that the darkness had never been cleared away which once hid from me the fate of Uncle George.
THE THIRD DAY.
FINE again.

Our guest rode out, with her ragged little groom, as usual.
There was no news yet in the paper--that is to say, no news of George or his ship.
On this day Morgan completed his second story, and in two or three days more I expected to finish the last of my own contributions.

Owen was still behindhand and still despondent.
The lot drawing to-night was Five.

This proved to be the number of the first of Morgan's stories, which he had completed before we began the readings.