"Do not let this distress you, Adeline," proceeded Mary, wishing Louise had been at the bottom of the sea before she had introduced so unfitting a subject in Adeline's hearing. "Rely upon it, every wish of yours will be sacredly respected." "It does not distress me," was the feeble reply. "But I would rather be left in peace after death." Madame de Castella came down, but soon went away to her chamber again, for her hysterical grief disturbed Adeline; Agnes de Beaufoy remained with her sister, endeavouring, by persuasions and remonstrances, to keep her there. Old Madame de Beaufoy was expected; and, a little before five, M. de Castella went to the railway station to receive her. Rose and Mary were in the drawing-room then, drinking some tea, when the old servant, Silva, came in with a letter on a salver. "Pour qui!" demanded Mary. "Pour Mademoiselle Rose Darling," responded the old man. Rose, who was sitting before the fire, her feet on the fender, took the letter, without turning her head to look at it, and threw it on the table. "That worrying Mary Anne! There's no end to her letters: and they are nothing but prosy lectures of admonition. If they think I am going to answer all she chooses to write, they'll find their mistake. If mamma made it a condition for a double allowance for me, I wouldn't do it." "It is not your sister's handwriting," observed Mary Carr. "No?" And Rose condescended languidly to turn her eyes towards the epistle. "Why, I do believe it is from Frank!" she exclaimed, snatching it out of Mary's hand. "What can he have to write about? Perhaps grandmamma's dead, and has left us all a fortune! But it's a red seal." And, breaking the red seal, she skimmed hastily over it. "Good Heavens! how singular! Mary! Mary!" Miss Carr looked at her in wonder. Her countenance, which had been pale all day with anxiety and the previous night's watching, was now glowing with colour and excitement. "He is coming to Belport. How passing strange! Mary, can it be some unknown sympathy that attracts him hither at this hour?" "Your brother!" "He! Do you think his coming here could put me out like this? What a stupid you are, Mary Carr! Do listen:-- "My Dear Rose,