"But I crave your pardon for consuming so much time and space upon
myself and my woes. Forgive me.

"When the wedding is over I'll write you a full and detailed account
of it all.

"Did I tell you in my last of Bertha Levy? She is cultivating her
voice in Berlin, and promises to become a marvellous singer, they
say. Would you ever have thought she could be sober long enough to
sing even a short ballad? What a girl Bertha was!-real good and kind
though, despite her witchery.

"Oh, me! do you ever wish, Lizzie, you were a school-girl again at
Madam Truxton's? I do. I often recall the song: "'Backward, turn
backward, O Time, in your flight,' and am always sorrowful that my
cry is unheeded by this swift-footed monarch.

"I see Madam Truxton occasionally. She is always engrossed, as you
know, and the pressing duties to the new pupils exclude from her
mind all remembrance of the old ones. Yet I love her, and always
shall.

"I think I hear you asking, 'What of Emile?' and in a few brief
words I can reply. I still see him occasionally, and he still
professes his unchanging love for me. Forgive me, Lizzie; pardon
what may seem in me a weakness, but I must confess it, I believe I
love Emile. Firmly as I once promised you to shut my heart against
his overtures of love, I have slowly but surely yielded my
resolution, and now I can but frankly confess it. I do not think I