And oh, He must have loved him, though he was suffered to fall over that dreadful precipice, and die before you saw him.

It happened before you reached Engelberg ?" "Yes," said Felicita, shivering.
"The papers were sent on to Mr.Clifford," continued Phebe, "and he sent for me to come with him, and see you before the news got into the papers.

It will be in to-morrow.

But I knew more than he did, and I came on here to speak to you.

Shall you tell him you went there to meet him ?" "Oh, no, no!" cried Felicita; "it must never be known, dear Phebe." "And his mother and the children--they, know nothing ?" she said.
"Not a word, and it is you who must tell them, Phebe," she answered.
"How could I bear to tell them that he is dead?
Never let them speak about it to me; never let his name be mentioned." "How can I comfort you ?" cried Phebe.
"I can never be comforted," she replied despairingly; "but it is like death to hear his name." The voices of the children coming nearer reached their ears.