"No anxiety!" repeated she. "Well, it is quite true. Why should I be anxious? It will be all right. I am glad he came, and that the visit is well over." And then she put away the last of her warm white loaves, and went slowly upstairs to rest for awhile. When Fidelia came home in the afternoon she found her sister sleeping, and she saw something which she had rarely seen before--the traces of tears upon her cheeks. But as she stood looking down upon her--even before her eyes opened--a smile came to her lips. "Well," she said softly, as Fidelia stooped to kiss her, "have you had a good time?" "Don't you feel well, Eunice?" "Just as usual. Why have you come home so early?" "It is not so very early. We had tea sooner than usual, because--Lie still awhile, and I will make your tea." "I must have slept long, if it is time for tea. Oh, yes, I feel quite well! You must tell me all about your visit when I come down." Fidelia went to the window, and as she rolled up the blind and let the light of the sunset into the room, she said, without looking round,-- "Eunice, who do you think has come to Dr Everett's? His brother Justin." "Has he come already? The doctor told me this morning that he expected him, but he did not say when." She came forward to the glass and began to arrange her hair, which had fallen down, with the full light of the evening sunshine on her face. Fidelia made herself busy about the room for a minute, and then, turning to the window, stood regarding her sister. Eunice was just as usual, except for the traces of tears upon her cheeks; and Fidelia was not even sure of the tears now. "And did you see him? Has he changed much? Do you like him?" asked Eunice, busy still with her hair. "Yes, I saw him. Changed? I can't say. I don't remember him. No; upon the whole, I don't think I shall like him much." Eunice turned and looked at her, smiling. "Oh, you'll like him! I am not afraid of that." "Eunice, did you know that Justin Everett was coming home?" "His brother told me this, morning. Of course I knew that he would come some time. I shall be glad to see him." "Will she be glad?" Fidelia was saying to herself, while she made ready her sister's tea. "Will she truly be glad? Has she forgiven him, or has she forgotten him? I would give a great deal to know her thoughts this minute. Oh, I hope I shall be with her when he comes to see her first!"