Ellen felt her utter inability to join in her mother's expressions of confidence and hope; to her there was no brightness on the cloud that hung over them — it was all dark. She could only press her lips, in tearful silence, to the one and the other of her mother's cheeks alternately. How sweet the sense of the coming parting made every such embrace! This one, for particular reasons, was often and long remembered. A few minutes they remained thus in each other's arms, cheek pressed against cheek, without speaking; but then Mrs. Montgomery remembered that Ellen's bed-time was already past, and dismissed her. For a while after, Mrs. Montgomery remained just where Ellen had left her, her busy thoughts roaming over many things, in the far past, and the sad present, and the uncertain future. She was unconscious of the passage of time, and did not notice how the silence deepened as the night drew on, till scarce a footfall was heard in the street, and the ticking of the clock sounded with that sad distinctness which seems to say — "Time is going on — time is going on, — and you are going with it — do what you will, you can't help that." It was just upon the stroke of ten, and Mrs. Montgomery was still wrapped in her deep musings, when a sharp, brisk footstep in the distance aroused her, rapidly approaching; and she knew very well whose it was, and that it would pause at the door, before she heard the quick run up the steps, succeeded by her husband's tread upon the staircase. And yet she saw him open the door with a kind of startled feeling, which his appearance now invariably caused her; the thought always darted through her head, "Perhaps he brings news of Ellen's going." Something, it would have been impossible to say what, in his appearance or manner, confirmed this fear on the present occasion. Her heart felt sick, and she waited in silence to hear what he would say. _He_ seemed very well pleased — sat down before the fire, rubbing his hands, partly with cold and partly with satisfaction; and his first words were — "Well! we have got a fine opportunity for her at last." How little he was capable of understanding the pang this announcement gave his poor wife! But she only closed her eyes and kept perfectly quiet, and he never suspected it. He unbuttoned his coat, and taking the poker in his hand, began to mend the fire, talking the while. "I am very glad of it, indeed," said he; "it's quite a load off my mind. Now we'll be gone directly, and high time it is — I'll take passage in the _England_ the first thing to-morrow. And this is the best possible chance for Ellen — every thing we could have desired. I began to feel very uneasy about it — it was getting so late; but I am quite relieved now." "Who is it?" said Mrs. Montgomery, forcing herself to speak.