and aversion; I who had never before been other than graceful all my life.
"Then things went worse. … Listen; but it is too much for me just now."
"Then don't talk of it, Martha."
"Ah! what does it matter after all? If I could forget … but I can't.
"A few weeks before George's birth, Witold for the first time spent the night away from home. I sat up all the time, and looked out through the window over the sea. Ah, that night!
"The servants had gone to bed long before. There was a great storm, with boisterous gusts of wind: and I gave ear to the never-ceasing roar of the waves. You know what a visionary I am. I at once fancied Witold must have been sailing in a boat to the farther shore of the bay, and gone down to the bottom of the sea. I was horribly alarmed for his sake; and for a time, not an inkling of the truth flashed upon my mind. The horror of my fancy came over me so strongly that I quite forgot all about his past. … For I believed with faith unbounded in his immense love for me, and should have scouted, as a ridiculous notion, the idea of his possibly be-
