a voice astonishingly calm.

"Charles, farewell--remember that I am your Jane Sinclair. Alas!" she
added, "I am weak and feeble--help me out of the room." Both her parents
assisted her to leave it, but, on reaching the door, she drew back
involuntarily, on hearing Osborne's struggles to detain her.

"Papa," she said, with a look inexpressibly wobegone and
suppliant--"Mamma!" "Sweet child, what is it?" said both. "Let me take
one last look of him--it will be the last--but not--I--I trust, the last
act of my duty to you both."

She turned round and gazed upon him for some time--her features, as she
looked, dilated into an expression of delight.

"Is he not," said she, in a low placid whisper, while her smiling
eye still rested upon him--"is he not beautiful? Oh! yes, he is
beautiful--he is beautiful."

"He is, darling--he is," said both--"come away now--be only a good firm
girl and all will soon be well."

"Very, very beautiful," said she, in a low contented voice, as without
any further wish to remain, she accompanied her parents to another room.

Such was their leaving-taking--thus did they separate. Did they ever
meet!