CHAPTER XIX.
Mr.Coventry, relieved of a great and immediate anxiety, could now turn his whole attention to Grace Carden; and she puzzled him.

He expected to see her come down beaming with satisfaction at the great event of last night.

Instead of that she appeared late, with cheeks rather pale, and signs of trouble under her fair eyes.
As the day wore on, she showed positive distress of mind, irritable and dejected by turns, and quite unable to settle to anything.
Mr.Coventry, with all his skill, was quite at fault.

He could understand her being in anxiety for news about Little; but why not relieve her anxiety by sending a servant to inquire?
Above all, why this irritation?
this positive suffering?
A mystery to him, there is no reason why it should be one to my readers.
Grace Carden, for the first time in her life, was in the clutches of a fiend, a torturing fiend, called jealousy.
The thought that another woman was nursing Henry Little all this time distracted her.

It would have been such heaven to her to tend him, after those cruel men had hurt him so; but that pure joy was given to another, and that other loved him, and could now indulge and show her love.