'When we meet in the spring, you win laugh at your present fears, and we shall be so happy together.' "Cornelius smiled faintly.

'I hope it may be so, my sweet Charlotte; to that hope I cling, though I feel it daily becoming more feeble.

Nor would I leave England, did I not consider it my duty to embrace every means which may tend to restore me to health and usefulness.

But if I should never return, my little Lady Bird, the world will run on as merrily as heretofore.

I should only be missed by a few faithful hearts.' "Poor Charlotte did not answer.