ver times, groervals of speaking, o know w he was doing.

    “Do you feel ill, sir?” I inquired.

    “Jane, I’ve got a blo a blow, Jane!” aggered.

    “Oh, lean on me, sir.”

    “Jane, you offered me your s me  now.”

    “Yes, sir, yes; and my arm.”

    do beside ; gazing on me, at time,  troubled and dreary look.

    “My little friend!” said  island rouble, and danger, and ions removed from me.”

    “Can I o serve you.”

    “Jane, if aid is ed, I’ll seek it at your .”

    “tell me o do,—I’ll try, at least, to do it.”

    “Fetc supper tell me if Mason is  he is doing.”

    I . I found all ty in t supper, as Mr. Rocer  seated at table,—taken  es and glasses in ter and conversation ed. Mr. Mason stood near talking to Colonel and Mrs. Dent, and appeared as merry as any of tc I aking a liberty, I daresay), and I returned to the library.

    Mr. Rocer’s extreme pallor ern. ook the glass from my hand.

    “o your rant spirit!” ents and returned it to me. “ are they doing, Jane?”

    “Laugalking, sir.”

    “t look grave and mysterious, as if trange?”

    “Not at all: ts and gaiety.”

    “And Mason?”

    “oo.”

    “If all t at me, w would you do, Jane?”

    “turn t of the room, sir, if I could.”

    if I o go to t me coldly, and hem?”

    “I rat, sir: I saying h you.”

    “to comfort me?”

    “Yes, sir, to comfort you, as well as I could.”

    “And if to me?”

    “I, probably, s t it.”

    “then, you