"You will never be deserted or forlorn, I trust, and believe (cried Madeline); the noble daughter of your dear departed lady will never, I am convinced, desert any one that she loved."
"She is a noble lady, indeed (said Agatha) but——"
"But what?" eagerly interrogated Madeline, on her suddenly pausing.
"Nothing, Mam'selle, (replied Agatha, sighing; then as if to change the discourse) do pray, Mam'selle (she continued) try and eat some breakfast; indeed, if you do not take more care of yourself, than you at present seem inclined to do, you will probably bring on a fit of sickness; and what a grievous thing would it be for my poor young lady on arriving, to find, not only her mother dead, but you unable to give her any comfort."
"Alas! (said Madeline) whether well or ill, I fear I shall be equally unable to give her comfort."—Agatha again pressed her to
