mind were a hidden gallery in which were daguerreotyped clearly, and faithfully retained, all impressions of the external world. She seemed to know everybody and everybody's circumstances to have ranged them and theirs distinctly and in order, in the wide, empty halls of her memory, which could be filled in no other way. For, as Agatha gradually learned, this spinal disease, withering up the form from infancy, had been accompanied with such long intervals of acute physical pain as to prevent all study beyond the common acquirements of her sex. It was not with her, as with some, that the intellect alone had proved sufficient to make out of a helpless body a glorious and complete human existence; Elizabeth's mind was scarcely above the average order, or if it had been, suffering had stifled its powers. Her only possession was the loving heart.

She asked an infinitude of questions, her bright quick eyes seeming to extort and gain more than the mere verbal answers. She talked a good deal, throwing more light than Agatha had ever before received on the manners, characters, and history of the Harper family, the Dugdales, and Anne Valery. But there was in her speech a certain retirence, as though all the common gossip of life was in her clear spirit received, sifted, purified, and then distributed abroad in chosen portions as goodly and pleasant food. She seemed to receive the secrets of every one's life, and to betray none.

Agatha now learnt why there had been such a mystery of regret, reverence, and love hanging over the very mention of the eldest Miss Harper.

When the tumult of this strange day had resolved itself into silence, Agatha, believing

her husband fast asleep, lay pondering over it, wondering why he had not asked her what she thought of his family-wondering, above all, what was the strange weight upon him which he tried so hard to conceal, and to appear just the same to every one, especially to her. Her coming life rose up like a great maze, about which all the characters now apparently mingled therein wandered mistily in and out. Among them, those which had gained most vivid individuality in a fancy not prone to catch quick interests, affecting her alternately with a sense of pensive ideal calm, and cheerful healthy human liking, were Elizabeth Harper, "the Missus," and Duke Dugdale.

Likewise, as an especial pleasure, she had discovered that one to whom she clung as to a well-known friend among all these strangers, lived within eight miles of Kingcombe Holm.

"And"-she kept recurring to a fact spread abroad in the house just before bedtime, and apparently diffusing universal satisfaction" and Anne Valery is sure to be here to-morrow."

CHAPTER II.

ON the morning-her first morning at Kingcombe Holm-Mrs. Harper woke refreshed to a bright day. All the terraced outline of the hills was pencilled distinctly against the bluest of blue skies, which hung like a tent over the shut-up valley. She stood at the window looking at it, while Mary Harper made the breakfast, and Eulalie curiously examined Agatha's dress, supposed to be the latest bridal fashion from London. Nathanael sat writing letters until breakfast was ready, and then took his father's place at the foot of the table.

"Elizabeth bade me ask you," said Mary,