folding it up as she proceeded. 'But perhaps you did not know that she
is now gone back to him again, and that a perfect reconciliation has
taken place between them? Only think,' she continued, turning to the
confounded Rose, 'what a fool the man must be!'

'And who gave you this piece of intelligence, Miss Eliza?' said I,
interrupting my sister's exclamations.

'I had it from a very authentic source.'

'From whom, may I ask?'

'From one of the servants at Woodford.'

'Oh! I was not aware that you were on such intimate terms with Mr.
Lawrence's household.'

'It was not from the man himself that I heard it, but he told it in
confidence to our maid Sarah, and Sarah told it to me.'

'In confidence, I suppose? And you tell it in confidence to us? But I
can tell you that it is but a lame story after all, and scarcely one-half
of it true.'

While I spoke I completed the sealing and direction of my letters, with a
somewhat unsteady hand, in spite of all my efforts to retain composure,
and in spite of my firm conviction that the story was a lame one--that
the supposed Mrs. Graham, most certainly, had not voluntarily gone back
to her husband, or dreamt of a reconciliation. Most likely she was gone
away, and the tale-bearing servant, not knowing what was become of her,
had conjectured that such was the case, and our fair visitor had detailed
it as a certainty, delighted with such an opportunity of tormenting me.
But it was possible--barely possible--that some one might have betrayed
her, and she had been taken away by force. Determined to know the worst,
I hastily pocketed my two letters, and muttered something about being too
late for the post, left the room, rushed into the yard, and vociferously
called for my horse. No one being there, I dragged him out of the stable
myself, strapped the saddle on to his back and the bridle on to his head,
mounted, and speedily galloped away to Woodford. I found its owner
pensively strolling in the grounds.

'Is your sister gone?' were my first words as I grasped his hand, instead
of the usual inquiry after his health.

'Yes, she's gone,' was his answer, so calmly spoken that my terror was at
once removed.

'I suppose I mayn't know where she is?' said I, as I dismounted, and
relinquished my horse to the gardener, who, being the only servant within
call, had been summoned by his master, from his employment of raking up
the dead leaves on the lawn, to take him to the stab