permissible where it was understood, from the necessity of the case, that there was only friendship. But Lyddy opened the door and said, "Here's Mr Holt, miss, wants to know if you'll give him leave to come in. I told him you was sadly."
"O yes, Lyddy, beg him to come in."
"I should not have persevered," said Felix, as they shook hands, "only I know Lyddy's dismal way. But you do look ill," he went on, as he seated himself at the other end of the sofa. "Or rather—for that's a false way of putting it—you look as if you had been very much distressed. Do you mind about my taking notice of it?"
He spoke very kindly, and looked at her more persistently than he had ever done before, when her hair was perfect.
"You are quite right. I am not at all ill. But I have been very much agitated this morning. My father has been telling me things I never heard before about my mother, and giving me things that belonged to her. She died when I was a very little creature."
"Then it is no new pain or trouble for you and Mr Lyon? I could not help being anxious to know that."
Esther passed her hand over her brow before she
