as possible. In truth, she had received a shock which had a great effect upon her health, and which was rendered the worse from her consciousness of the cause, and her fear that Glentworth would be hurt, or angry, with her. "This poor woman," said she, "is evidently shrouded in mystery, so let her remain; it is not likely we should meet again, and we had better never refer to this interview, I think."
"I don't know that we could be justifiable in silence to Glentworth, when we have seen a lady who professes herself to be his relation, and to have been his injurer, though innocently so; which, indeed, I should think, for she was very good to you, and is a most lovely, interesting creature, and do you know I cannot help thinking she has a look of Glentworth, since he has been so poorly—the kind of sharpness which has been given, either by sorrow or sickness, to both their faces, is the same in its character, and the outline of their features has great similarity."
"You are quite right, for I can now recollect it was such when she was at Brighton, long ago, and looking well—I have heard him say, how often he had wished for a sister, from his childhood; and he thought his want of that dear relation had operated in rendering him attached to us, and you know how fond he is of calling you 'sister' and 'dear Mary,'
