which he blessed them both, and again recommended them to the care of
heaven, in terms of touching and beautiful simplicity. His daughter
seemed relieved by this, for, after rising, she went to her mother and
said:

"We are going to walk, mamma. I must endeavor to keep my spirits up this
day, for poor Charles' sake."

"Yes, love, do," said her mother, "that's a good girl. Let me see how
cheerful and sprightly you'll be; and think, dear, of the happy days
that are before you and Charles yet, when you'll live in love and
affection, surrounded and cherished by both your families."

"Yes, yes," said she, "I often think of that--I'll try mamma--I'll try."

Saying which, she took Charles's arm, and the young persons all went out
together.

Jane's place, that evening, was by Osborne's side, as it had been with
something like a faint clinging of terror during the whole day. She
spoke little, and might be said rather to respond to all he uttered,
than to sustain a part in the dialogue. Her distress was assuredly deep,
but they knew not then, nor by any means suspected how fearful was its
character in the remote and hidden depths of her soul. She sat with
Osborne's right hand between hers, and scarcely for a moment ever took
her sparkling eyes off his countenance. Many times was she observed
to mutter to herself, and her lips frequently moved as if she had been
speaking, but no words were uttered, nor any sense of her distress
expressed. Once, only, in the course of the evening, were they startled
into a hush of terror and dismay, by a single short laugh, uttered