service either on Sundays or on week-days; never neglecting the
sewing-circles, the missionary meetings, the Sunday-schools, or any
other of the parish works or charities, and always contributing
liberally to every benevolent enterprise from the munificent income paid
her quarterly by Miss Cavendish.

Since her return from Philadelphia she had not resumed her acquaintance
with Alden Lytton.

They did not attend the same church, and were not in the same circle. It
was a very reserved "circle" in which Mary Grey "circulated;" while
Alden Lytton sought the company of professional and scholarly men.

Thus for months after their return to Richmond they did not meet.

Alden Lytton in the meanwhile supposed her to be still in Philadelphia,
filling a position as drawing-mistress in the ladies' college.

It was early in the winter when they accidentally encountered each other
on Main Street.

On seeing her form approach, Alden Lytton stepped quickly to meet her,
with an extended hand and a bright smile; but the next instant he
started in sorrowful surprise, as his eyes fell on her pallid face, so
changed since he had seen it last.

"My dear Mrs. Grey, I am so glad to see you! I hope I see you well," he
added, as he took her hand, but his looks belied his "hope."

"I am not well, thank you," she answered plaintively, and her looks did
not belie her words.

"I am very sorry to hear it. How long have you been in the city?" he
next inquired, holding her hand and looking at her with eyes full of
pity.

"I have been back some time," she answered, vaguely. "I was forced to
leave my situation from failing health."

"I did not know that you had returned or I should have called on you
before this. But," he added, perceiving her physical weakness, "I am
wrong to keep you standing here. I will turn about and walk with you
while we talk. Which way are you going? Will you take my arm?"

"Thanks, no, Mr. Lytton. I can not take your arm; and neither, if you
will forgive me for saying it, can I receive a visit from you. The world
is censorious, Alden Lytton. And in my lonely and unprotected position I
dare not receive the visits of gentlemen," she answered, pensively.

"That seems hard, but doubtless it is discreet. However, that will all
be changed, I hope, in a little while. In a very few months, I trust,
your home will be with my beloved wife and myself. I know it is Emma's
desire that you should live with us," he said, still k