And Don Preble knows them not.

Ah! possibly ?--good! The lady would be remembered, being tall, dark, and of fine presence, though sad.

A few hours earlier and Don Preble could have judged for himself, for, as it were, she might have passed through this visitors' room.

But she was gone--departed by the coach.

It was from a telegram--those heathen contrivances that blurt out things to you, with never an excuse, nor a smile, nor a kiss of the hand! For her part, she never let her scholars receive them, but opened them herself, and translated them in a Christian spirit, after due preparation, at her leisure.