e most careful patient you ever had. There should be no chance for
you, even if Olivia were alive."

Always harping on that one string. Was it nothing more than a lore of
torturing some one that made him reiterate those words? Or did he wish
to drive home more deeply the conviction that she was indeed dead?

"Have you communicated the intelligence of her death to her trustee in
Australia?" I asked.

"No; why should I?" he said, "no good would come of it to me. Why should
I trouble myself about it?"

"Nor to your step-sister?" I added.

"To Mrs. Dobree?" he rejoined; "no, it does not signify a straw to her
either. She holds herself aloof from me now, confound her! You are not
on very good terms with her yourself, I believe?"

"The cab was still standing at the door, and I could not leave before it
drove away, or I should have made my visit a short one. Mrs. Foster was
glancing through the window from time to time, evidently on the watch to
see the visitor depart. Would she recognize Johanna? She had stayed some
weeks in Guernsey; and Johanna was a fine, stately-looking woman,
noticeable among strangers. I must do something to get her away from her
post of observation.

"Mrs. Foster," I said, and her eyes sparkled at the sound of her name,
"I should be exceedingly obliged to you if you will give me another
sight of those papers you showed to me the last time I was here."

She was away for a few minutes, and I heard the cab drive off before she
returned. That was the chief point gained. When the papers were in my
hand, I just glanced at them, and that was all.

"Have you any idea where they came from?" I asked.

"There is the London post-mark on the envelop," answered Foster.--"Show
it to him, Carry. There is nothing to be learned from that."

"No," I said, comparing the handwriting on the envelop with the letter,
and finding them the same. "Well, good-by! I cannot often pay you as
long a visit as this."

I hurried off quickly to the corner of Dawson Street, where Johanna was
waiting for me. She looked exceedingly contented when I took my seat
beside her in the cab.

"Well, Martin," she said, "you need suffer no more anxiety. Olivia has
gone as English teacher in an excellent French school, where the lady is
thoroughly acquainted with English ways and comforts. This is the
prospectus of the establishment. You see there are 'extensive grounds
for recreation, and the comforts of a cheerfully happy home, the
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