smile. 'Yes! Alfred, don't linger. There's no time. Say good
bye to Marion. And Heaven be with you!'

He pressed the younger sister to his heart. Released from his
embrace, she again clung to her sister; and her eyes, with the same
blended look, again sought those so calm, serene, and cheerful.

'Farewell, my boy!' said the Doctor. 'To talk about any serious
correspondence or serious affections, and engagements and so forth,
in such a - ha ha ha! - you know what I mean - why that, of course,
would be sheer nonsense. All I can say is, that if you and Marion
should continue in the same foolish minds, I shall not object to
have you for a son-in-law one of these days.'

'Over the bridge!' cried Britain.

'Let it come!' said Alfred, wringing the Doctor's hand stoutly.
'Think of me sometimes, my old friend and guardian, as seriously as
you can! Adieu, Mr. Snitchey! Farewell, Mr. Craggs!'

'Coming down the road!' cried Britain.

'A kiss of Clemency Newcome for long acquaintance' sake! Shake
hands, Britain! Marion, dearest heart, good bye! Sister Grace!
remember!'

The quiet household figure, and the face so beautiful in its
serenity, were turned towards him in reply; but Marion's look and
attitude remained unchanged.