evening. I have ordered a carriage to call for us."

"Thank you, I will need it, and my dinner, too, in spite of the wine
and cake at Mrs. Dunn's."

Her cousin's quiet sympathy and kindness soothed the girl's aching and
anxious heart; she told him her experiences; and though he was not very
much surprised at the result, he felt keenly for her disappointment.
She had brought a little piece of needlework to fill up vacant hours,
and after dinner she took it out, and soothed her excited feelings by
the quiet feminine employment. There was an hour or more to be passed
before the carriage came for them, and Francis sat on the other side of
the fire cutting the leaves of a new book, and occasionally reading a
passage that struck him. Had any one looked in at the time, he could
not have guessed at the grief and anxiety felt by both of the cousins.
No; it was like a quiet domestic picture of no recent date, not likely
to be soon ended. Jane's sad face lighted up with an occasional
smile at something said or something read; and Francis Hogarth saw more
beauty in her countenance that evening than William Dalzell had ever
seen in all the days he had spent with the supposed heiress whom he
meant to marry.




Chapter IV.



An Evening At Mr. Rennie's