"Leaves us!" exclaimed Edith in surprise;" for his own house, I trust in Heaven!"
"I have reason to think he meditates a more distant journey; he has little to detain him in this country."
"Good Heaven!" exclaimed Edith, "why was I born to become the wreck of all that is manly and noble? What can be done to stop him from running headlong on ruin? I will come down instantly—Say that I implore he will not depart until I speak with him."
"It will be in vain, Miss Bellenden; but I will execute your commission;" and she left the room as formally as she had entered it, and informed her brother, Miss Bellenden was so much recovered as to propose coming down stairs ere he went away.
"I suppose," she added pettishly, "the prospect of being speedily released from our company has wrought a cure on her shattered nerves."
