Why, when I touch the hand of any one I love--yours, or Mr.Sefton's, or Madame's--it's almost a pain to me; it seems to bring me so close to you.

I always feel as if I became a part of father when I touch him.

Oh, you do not know what it is to be alone!" "No," said Felicita, sighing; "never have I been alone, and I would give worlds to be as free as you are.

You cannot imagine what it is," she went on, speaking rapidly and with intense eagerness, "never to belong to yourself, or to be alone; for it is not being alone to have only four thin walls separating you from a husband and children and a large busy household.

'What are you thinking, my darling ?' Roland is always asking me; and the children break in upon me.