undertook　to　tell　the　whole　truth；　and　he　perceived　that　it　was；
  indeed；　the　truth。　　She　had　not　known　that　the　cordial　was　injurious；
  deeming　it　a　panacea　against　fretfulness；　precious　to　nurses；　but
  against　which　ladies　always　had　a　prejudice；　and；　therefore；　to　be
  kept　secret。　　Poor　little　Leonora　had　been　very　fretful　and　uneasy
  when　Flora's　many　avocations　had　first　caused　her　to　be　set　aside；
  and　Preston　had　had　recourse　to　the　remedy　which；　lulling　her
  successfully；　was　applied　with　less　moderation　and　judgment　than
  would　have　been　shown　by　a　more　experienced　person；　till　gradually
  the　poor　child　became　dependent　on　it　for　every　hour　of　rest。　　When
  her　mother；　at　last；　became　aware　of　her　unsatisfactory　condition；
  and　spent　her　time　in　watching　her；　the　nurse　being　prevented　from
  continuing　her　drug；　she　was；　of　course；　so　miserable　without　it；
  that　Preston　had　ventured　on　proposing　it；　to　which　Mrs。　Rivers　had
  replied　with　displeasure　sufficient　to　prevent　her　from　declaring　how
  much　she　had　previously　given。　　Preston　was　in　an　agony　of　distress
  for　her　little　charge；　as　well　as　of　fear　for　herself；　and　could
  hardly　understand　what　her　error　had　been。　　Dr。　May　soon　saw　that；
  though　not　highly　principled；　her　sorrow　was　sincere；　and　that　she
  still　wept　bitterly　over　the　consequences　of　her　treatment；　when　he
  told　her　that　she　had　nothing　to　fear　from　the　law；　and　that　he　would
  protect　her　from　Mr。　Rivers。
  Her　confession　was　hardly　over　when　Meta　knocked　at　the　door；　pale
  and　frightened。　　〃Oh；　Dr。　May；　do　come　to　poor　Flora！　　I　don't　know
  what　to　do；　and　George　is　in　such　a　state！〃
  Dr。　May　made　a　sound　of　sorrow　and　perplexity；　and　Meta；　as　she　went
  down　before　him；　asked；　in　a　low；　horror…stricken　whisper；　〃Did
  Preston　really〃
  〃Not　knowingly；〃　said　Dr。　May。　　〃It　is　the　way　many　children　have
  gone；　but　I　never　thought〃
  They　had　come　to　Flora's　dressing…room。　　Her　bedroom　door　was　open；
  and　George　was　pacing　heavily　up　and　down　the　length　of　both
  apartments；　fiercely　indignant。　　〃Well！〃　said　he；　advancing　eagerly
  on　Dr。　May；　〃has　she　confessed？〃
  〃But　Flora！〃　said　Dr。　May；　instead　of　answering　him。　　Flora　lay　on
  her　bed；　her　face　hidden　on　her　pillow；　only　now　and　then　moaning。
  〃Flora；　my　poor；　poor　child！〃　said　her　father；　bending　down　to　raise
  her；　and　taking　her　hand。
  She　moved　away；　so　as　to　bury　her　face　more　completely；　but　there　was
  life　in　the　movement；　and　he　was　sufficiently　reassured　on　her
  situation　to　be　able　to　attend　to　George；　who　was　only　impatient　to
  rush　off　to　take　his　revenge。　　He　led　him　into　the　outer　room；　where
  Meta　was　waiting；　and　forced　upon　his　unwilling　conviction　that　it
  was　no　case　for　the　law。　　The　child　had　not　been　killed　by　any　one
  dose；　but　had　rather　sunk　from　the　want　of　stimulus；　to　which　she　had
  been　accustomed。　　As　to　any　pity　for　the　woman；　George　would　not　hear
  of　it。　　She　was　still；　in　his　eyes；　the　destroyer　of　bis　child；　and；
  when　he　found　the　law　would　afford　him　no　vengeance；　he　insisted　that
  she　should　be　turned　out　of　his　house　at　once。
  〃George！〃　called　a　hollow　voice　from　the　next　room；　and　hurrying
  back；　they　saw　Flora　sitting　up；　and；　as　well　as　trembling　limbs
  allowed；　endeavouring　to　rise　to　her　feet；　while　burning　spots　were
  in　her　cheeks。
  〃George；　turn　me　out　of　the　house　too！　　If　Preston　killed　her；　I
  did！〃　and　she　gave　a　ghastly　laugh。
  George　threw　his　arms　round　her；　and　laid　her　on　her　bed　again；　with
  many　fond　words；　and　strength　which　she　had　not　power　to　withstand。
  Dr。　May；　in　the　meantime；　spoke　quickly　to　Meta　in　the　doorway。　　〃She
  must　go。　　They　cannot　see　her　again；　but　has　she　any　friends　in
  London？〃
  〃I　think　not。〃
  〃Find　out。　　She　must　not　be　sent　adrift。　　　Send　her　to　the　Grange；　if
  nothing　better　offers。　　You　must　judge。〃
  He　felt　that　he　could　confide　in　Meta's　discretion　and　promptitude；
  and　returned　to　the　parents。
  〃Is　she　gone？〃　said　George；　in　a　whisper；　which　he　meant　should　be
  unheard　by　his　wife；　who　had　sunk　her　face　in　her　pillows　again。
  〃Going。　　Meta　is　seeing　to　it。〃
  〃And　that　woman　gets　off　free！〃　cried　George；　〃while　my　poor　little
  girl〃　and；　no　longer　occupied　by　the　hope　of　retribution；　he　gave
  way　to　an　overpowering　burst　of　grief。
  His　wife　did　not　rouse　herself　to　comfort　him；　but　still　lay
  motionless；　excepting　for　a　convulsive　movement　that　passed　over　her
  frame　at　each　sound　from　him；　and　her　father　felt　her　pulse　bound　at
  the　same　time　with　corresponding　violence；　as　if　each　of　his　deep…
  drawn　sobs　were　a　mortal　thrust。　　Going　to　him；　Dr。　May　endeavoured
  to　repress　his　agitation；　and　lead　him　from　the　room；　but　he　could
  not；　at　first；　prevail　on　him　to　listen　or　understand；　still　less；　to
  quit　Flora。　　The　attempt　to　force　on　him　the　perception　that　his
  uncontrolled　sorrow　was　injuring　her；　and　that　he　ought　to　bear　up
  for　her　sake；　only　did　further　harm；　for；　when　he　rose　up　and　tried
  to　caress　her；　there　was　the　same　torpid；　passive　resistance；　the
  same　burying　her　face　from　the　light；　and　the　only　betrayal　of
  consciousness　in　the　agonised　throbs　of　her　pulse。
  He　became　excessively　distressed　at　being　thus　repelled；　and；　at
  last；　yielded　to　the　impatient　signals　of　Dr。　May；　who　drew　him　into
  the　next　room；　and；　with　brief；　strong；　though　most　affectionate　and
  pitying　words；　enforced　on　him　that　Flora's　brainnay；　her　life；　was
  risked；　and　that　he　must　leave　her　alone　to　his　care　for　the　present。
  Meta　coming　back　at　the　same　moment；　Dr。　May　put　him　in　her　charge；
  with　renewed　orders　to　impress　on　him　how　much　depended　on
  tranquillity。
  Dr。　May　went　back；　with　his　soft；　undisturbing；　physician's　footfall；
  and　stood　at　the　side　of　the　bed；　in　such　intense　anxiety　as　those
  only　can　endure　who　know　how　to　pray；　and　to　pray　in　resignation　and
  faith。
  All　was　still　in　the　darkening　twilight；　but　the　distant　roar　of　the
  world　surged　without；　and　a　gaslight　shone　flickering　through　the
  branches　of　the　trees；　and　fell　on　the　rich　dress　spread　on　the
  couch；　and　the　ornaments　on　the　toilet…table。　　There　was　a　sense　of
  oppression；　and　of　being　pursued　by　the　incongruous　world；　and　Dr。
  May　sighed　to　silence　all　around；　and　see　his　poor　daughter　in　the
  calm　of　her　own　country　air；　but　she　had　chosen　for　herself；　and　here
  she　lay；　stricken　down　in　the　midst　of　the　prosperity　that　she　had
  sought。
  He　could　hear　every　respiration；　tightened　and　almost　sobbing；　and　he
  was　hesitating　whether　to　run　the　risk　of　addressing　her；　when；　as　if
  it　had　occurred　to　her　suddenly　that　she　was　alone　and　deserted；　she
  raised　up　her　head　with　a　startled　movement；　but；　as　she　saw　him；　she
  again　hid　her　face；　as　if　his　presence　were　still　more　intolerable
  than　solitude。
  〃Flora！　my　own；　my　dearestmy　poor　child！　you　should　not　turn　from
  me。　　Do　I　not　carry　with　me　the　like　self…reproachful　conviction？〃
  Flora　let　him　turn　her　face　towards　him　and　kiss　her　forehead。　　It
  was　burning；　and　he　brought　water　and　bathed　it；　now　and　then
  speaking　a　few　fond；　low；　gentle　words；　which；　though　she　did　not
  respond；　evidently　had　some　soothing　effect；　for　she　admitted　his
  services；　still；　however；　keeping　her　eyes　closed；　and　her　face
  turned　towards　the　darkest　side　of　the　room。　　When　he　went　towards
  the　door；　she　murmured；　〃Papa！〃　as　if　to　detain　him。
  〃I　am　not　going；　darling。　　I　only　wanted　to　speak　to　George。〃
  〃Don't　let　him　come！〃　said　Flora。
  〃Not　till　you　wish　it；　my　dear。〃
  George's　step　was　heard；　his　hand　was　on　the　lock；　and　again　Dr。　May
  was　conscious　of　the　sudden　rush　of　blood　through　all　her　veins。　　He
  quickly　went　forward；　met　him；　and　shut　him　out；　persuading　him；　with
  difficulty；　to　remain　outside；　and　giving　him　the　occupation　of
  sending　out　for　an　anodynesince　the　best　hope；　at　present；　lay　in
  encouraging　the　torpor　that　had　benumbed　her　crushed　faculties。
  Her　father　would　not　even　venture　to　rouse　her　to　be　undressed；　he
  gave　her　the　medicine；　and　let　her　lie　still；　with　as　little　movement
  as　possible；　standing　by　till　her　regular　breathings　showed　that　she
  had　sunk　into　a　sleep；　when　he　went　into　the　other　room　and　found
  that　George　had　also　forgotten　his　sorrows　in　slumber　on　the　sofa；
  while　Meta　sat　sadly　presiding　over　the　tea　equipage。
  She　came　up　to　meet　him；　her　question　expressed　in　her　looks。
  〃Asleep；〃　he　said；　〃I　hope　the　pulses　are　quieter。　　All　depends　on
  her　wakening。〃
  〃Poor；　poor　Flora！〃　said　Meta；　wiping　away　her　tears。
  〃What　have　you　done　with　the　woman？〃
  〃I　sent　her　to　Mrs。　Larpent's。　　I　knew　she　would　receive　her　and　keep
  her　till　she　could　write　to　her　friends。　　Bellairs　took　her；　but　I
  could　hardly　speak　to　her〃
  〃She　did　it　ignorantly；〃　said　Dr。　May。
  〃I　could　never　be　so　merciful　and　forbearing　as　you；〃　said　Meta。
  〃Ah！　my　dear；　you　will　never　have　the　same　cause！〃
  They　could　say　no　more；　for　George　awoke；　and　the　argument　of　his
  exclusion　had　to　be　gone　through　again。　　He　could　not　enter　into　it
  by　any　means；　and　when　Dr。　May　would　have　made　him　understand　that
  poor　Flora　could　not　acquit　herself　of　neglect；　and　that　even　his
  affection　was　too　painful　for　her　in　the　present　state；　he　broke　into
  a　vehement　angry　defence　of　her　devotion　to　h