wonder when I tell you, that when the clock
strikes twelve on Saturday night, the magic
spells and potent charms of Saunder’s friends
cease to have power: at that hour I shall be
restored to you. Wait till then—and then we
will consult for the future. Have patience,
dearest love: you have wedded poverty, hardship, and annoyance; but, joined to these, is the fondest, the most faithful heart in the world;—a heart you deign to prize, so I will not repine at ill fortune. Adieu, till this evening;—and then, as Belvidera says, 'Remember twelve!'
“Saturday Morning.”
After reading these lines, Ethel dressed herself hastily. Fanny Derham had already asked permission to see her; and she found her waiting in her sitting-room. It was an unspeakable comfort to have one as intelligent and kind as Fanny, to communicate with, during Edward's absence. The soft, pleading eyes of Ethel asked her for comfort and counsel; and, in