But, there--he is with her for ever so long, and I am here all alone." "Not quite alone, love; your counselor is by your side, and may, perhaps, show you how to turn this to your advantage.

You write to her every day, and then the postman will be a powerful rival to Mr.
Coventry, perhaps a more powerful one than Mr.Coventry to you." Acting on this advice, Henry wrote every day to Grace Carden.

She was not so constant in her replies; but she did write to him now and then, and her letters breathed a gentle affection that allayed his jealousy, and made this period of separation the happiest six weeks he had ever known.

As for Grace, about three o'clock she used to look out for the postman, and be uneasy and restless if he was late, and, when his knock came, her heart would bound, and she generally flew upstairs with the prize, to devour it in secret.

She fed her heart full with these letters, and loved the writer better and better.