I drink now to try and forget," said he, blushing and confused.
"Oh, how miserable we are!" cried Ellinor, bursting into tears--"how very miserable! It seems almost as if God had forgotten to comfort us!" "Hush! hush!" said he.

"Your mother said once she did so pray that you might grow up religious; you must be religious, child, because she prayed for it so often.

Poor Lettice, how glad I am that you are dead!" Here he began to cry like a child.

Ellinor comforted him with kisses rather than words.

He pushed her away, after a while, and said, sharply: "How much does he know?
I must make sure of that.