Help me, Nell, help me: come, bustle, quick, quick! Nay, be not so slovenly; I told you I would be dressed with care to-day.” And when Madeline was dressed, though the robe sat loose and in large folds over her shrunken form, yet, as she stood erect, and looked with a smile that saddened Ellinor more than tears at her image in the glass, perhaps her beauty never seemed of a more striking and lofty character,--she looked indeed, a bride, but the bride of no earthly nuptials. Presently they heard an irresolute and trembling step at the door, and Lester knocking, asked if they were prepared. “Come in, father,” said Madeline, in a calm and even cheerful voice; and the old man entered. He cast a silent glance over Madeline’s white dress, and then at his own, which was deep mourning: the glance said volumes, and its meaning was not marred by words from any one of the three. “Yes, father,” said Madeline, breaking the pause,--“We are all ready. Is the carriage here?” “It is at the door, my child.” “Come then, Ellinor, come!”--and leaning on her arm, Madeline walked towards the door. When she got to the threshold, she paused, and looked round the room. “What is it you want?” asked Ellinor. “I was but bidding all here farewell,” replied Madeline, in a soft and touching voice: “And now before we leave the house, Father,--Sister, one word with you;--you have ever been very, very kind to me, and most of all in this bitter trial, when I must have taxed your patience sadly--for I know all is not right here, (touching her forehead)--I cannot go forth this day without thanking you. Ellinor, my dearest friend--my fondest sister--my playmate in gladness--my comforter in grief--my nurse in sickness;--since we were little children, we have talked together, and laughed together, and wept together, and though we knew all the thoughts of each other, we have never known one thoughts that we would have concealed from God;--and now we are going to part?--do not stop me, it must be so, I know it. But, after a little while may you be happy again, not so buoyant as you have been, that can never be, but still happy!--You are formed for love and home, and for those ties you once thought would be mine. God grant that I may have suffered for us both, and that when we meet hereafter, you may tell me you have been happy here!”