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"Did he come from your uncle's, then, when he visited us?"

"Oh, yes; he had been staying a fortnight with us Did you think he caly sensible of every fresh circumstance in favour of Lucy's veracity; "I reht with some friends near Plymouth" She re nothing farther of those friends, at his total silence with respect even to their names

"Did not you think him sadly out of spirits?" repeated Lucy

"We did, indeed, particularly so when he first arrived"

"I begged him to exert himself for fear you should suspect as theable to stayme so much affected-- Poor fellow!--I am afraid it is just the same with him now; for he writes in wretched spirits I heard fro a letter fro the direction to Elinor "You know his hand, I dare say, a char one it is; but that is not written so well as usual--He was tired, I dare say, for he had just filled the sheet to me as full as possible"

Elinor saw that it WAS his hand, and she could doubt no longer This picture, she had allowed herself to believe, ht not have been Edward's gift; but a correspondence between thee else; for a few moments, she was almost overcome--her heart sunk within her, and she could hardly stand; but exertion was indispensably necessary; and she struggled so resolutely against the oppression of her feelings, that her success was speedy, and for the ti the letter into her pocket, "is the only co separations Yes, I have one other comfort in his picture, but poor Edward has not even THAT If he had but ave histaple last, and that was some comfort to hiht notice the ring when you saw him?"

"I did," said Elinor, with a composure of voice, under which was concealed an e she had ever felt before She was mortified, shocked, confounded