nearly melted snow—Edgar, is there not a south wind, and is not the snow almost gone?"
"The snow is quite gone; down here, darling!" replied her husband, "and I only see two white spots on the whole range of moors—The sky is blue, and the larks are singing, and the becks and brooks are all brim full. Catherine; last spring at this time, I was longing to have you under this roof—now, I wish you were a mile or two up those hills, the air blows so sweetly, I feel that it would cure you."
"I shall never be there, but once more!" said the invalid; "and then you'll leave me, and I shall remain, for ever. Next spring you'll long again to have me under this roof, and you'll look back and think you were happy to-day."
Linton lavished on her the kindest caresses, and tried to cheer her by the fondest words; but vaguely regarding the flowers, she let the tears collect on her lashes, and stream down her cheeks unheeding.
