several　times　with　her　fan　（which　she　kissed　first）；　and　returned
  triumphantly　to　her　former　station。
  Some　more　company　coming　in；　among　whom　were　the　two
  masters　and　Adams；　the　talk　became　general；　and　it　naturally
  turned　on　Mr。　Jack　Maldon；　and　his　voyage；　and　the　country　he
  was　going　to；　and　his　various　plans　and　prospects。　He　was　to　leave
  that　night；　after　supper；　in　a　post…chaise；　for　Gravesend；　where　the
  ship；　in　which　he　was　to　make　the　voyage；　lay；　and　was　to　be
  gone—unless　he　came　home　on　leave；　or　for　his　health—I　don’t
  know　how　many　years。　I　recollect　it　was　settled　by　general　consent
  that　India　was　quite　a　misrepresented　country；　and　had　nothing
  objectionable　in　it；　but　a　tiger　or　two；　and　a　little　heat　in　the　warm
  part　of　the　day。　For　my　own　part；　I　looked　on　Mr。　Jack　Maldon　as　a
  modern　Sindbad；　and　pictured　him　the　bosom　friend　of　all　the
  Rajahs　in　the　East；　sitting　under　canopies；　smoking　curly　golden
  pipes—a　mile　long；　if　they　could　be　straightened　out。
  Mrs。　Strong　was　a　very　pretty　singer：　as　I　knew；　who　often
  heard　her　singing　by　herself。　But；　whether　she　was　afraid　of
  singing　before　people；　or　was　out　of　voice　that　evening；　it　was
  certain　that　she　couldn’t　sing　at　all。　She　tried　a　duet；　once；　with
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  her　cousin　Maldon；　but　could　not　so　much　as　begin；　and
  afterwards；　when　she　tried　to　sing　by　herself；　although　she　began
  sweetly；　her　voice　died　away　on　a　sudden；　and　left　her　quite
  distressed；　with　her　head　hanging　down　over　the　keys。　The　good
  Doctor　said　she　was　nervous；　and；　to　relieve　her；　proposed　a　round
  game　at　cards；　of　which　he　knew　as　much　as　of　the　art　of　playing
  the　trombone。　But　I　remarked　that　the　Old　Soldier　took　him　into
  custody　directly；　for　her　partner；　and　instructed　him；　as　the　first
  preliminary　of　initiation；　to　give　her　all　the　silver　he　had　in　his
  pocket。
  We　had　a　merry　game；　not　made　the　less　merry　by　the　Doctor’s
  mistakes；　of　which　he　committed　an　innumerable　quantity；　in　spite
  of　the　watchfulness　of　the　butterflies；　and　to　their　great
  aggravation。　Mrs。　Strong　had　declined　to　play；　on　the　ground　of
  not　feeling　very　well；　and　her　cousin　Maldon　had　excused　himself
  because　he　had　some　packing　to　do。　When　he　had　done　it；
  however；　he　returned；　and　they　sat　together；　talking；　on　the　sofa。
  From　time　to　time　she　came　and　looked　over　the　Doctor’s　hand；
  and　told　him　what　to　play。　She　was　very　pale；　as　she　bent　over
  him；　and　I　thought　her　finger　trembled　as　she　pointed　out　the
  cards；　but　the　Doctor　was　quite　happy　in　her　attention；　and　took
  no　notice　of　this；　if　it　were　so。
  At　supper；　we　were　hardly　so　gay。　Everyone　appeared　to　feel
  that　a　parting　of　that　sort　was　an　awkward　thing；　and　that　the
  nearer　it　approached；　the　more　awkward　it　was。　Mr。　Jack　Maldon
  tried　to　be　very　talkative；　but　was　not　at　his　ease；　and　made
  matters　worse。　And　they　were　not　improved；　as　it　appeared　to　me；
  by　the　Old　Soldier：　who　continually　recalled　passages　of　Mr。　Jack
  Maldon’s　youth。
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  The　Doctor；　however；　who　felt；　I　am　sure；　that　he　was　making
  everybody　happy；　was　well　pleased；　and　had　no　suspicion　but　that
  we　were　all　at　the　utmost　height　of　enjoyment。
  ‘Annie；　my　dear；’　said　he；　looking　at　his　watch；　and　filling　his
  glass；　‘it　is　past　your　cousin　jack’s　time；　and　we　must　not　detain
  him；　since　time　and　tide—both　concerned　in　this　case—wait　for　no
  man。　Mr。　Jack　Maldon；　you　have　a　long　voyage；　and　a　strange
  country；　before　you；　but　many　men　have　had　both；　and　many　men
  will　have　both；　to　the　end　of　time。　The　winds　you　are　going　to
  tempt；　have　wafted　thousands　upon　thousands　to　fortune；　and
  brought　thousands　upon　thousands　happily　back。’
  ‘It’s　an　affecting　thing；’　said　Mrs。　Markleham—‘however　it’s
  viewed；　it’s　affecting；　to　see　a　fine　young　man　one　has　known　from
  an　infant；　going　away　to　the　other　end　of　the　world；　leaving　all　he
  knows　behind；　and　not　knowing　what’s　before　him。　A　young　man
  really　well　deserves　constant　support　and　patronage；’　looking　at
  the　Doctor；　‘who　makes　such　sacrifices。’
  ‘Time　will　go　fast　with　you；　Mr。　Jack　Maldon；’　pursued　the
  Doctor；　‘and　fast　with　all　of　us。　Some　of　us　can　hardly　expect；
  perhaps；　in　the　natural　course　of　things；　to　greet　you　on　your
  return。　The　next　best　thing　is　to　hope　to　do　it；　and　that’s　my　case。　I
  shall　not　weary　you　with　good　advice。　You　have　long　had　a　good
  model　before　you；　in　your　cousin　Annie。　Imitate　her　virtues　as
  nearly　as　you　can。’
  Mrs。　Markleham　fanned　herself；　and　shook　her　head。
  ‘Farewell；　Mr。　Jack；’　said　the　Doctor；　standing　up；　on　which　we
  all　stood　up。　‘A　prosperous　voyage　out；　a　thriving　career　abroad；
  and　a　happy　return　home！’
  We　all　drank　the　toast；　and　all　shook　hands　with　Mr。　Jack
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  Maldon；　after　which　he　hastily　took　leave　of　the　ladies　who　were
  there；　and　hurried　to　the　door；　where　he　was　received；　as　he　got
  into　the　chaise；　with　a　tremendous　broadside　of　cheers　discharged
  by　our　boys；　who　had　assembled　on　the　lawn　for　the　purpose。
  Running　in　among　them　to　swell　the　ranks；　I　was　very　near　the
  chaise　when　it　rolled　away；　and　I　had　a　lively　impression　made
  upon　me；　in　the　midst　of　the　noise　and　dust；　of　having　seen　Mr。
  Jack　Maldon　rattle　past　with　an　agitated　face；　and　something
  cherry…coloured　in　his　hand。
  After　another　broadside　for　the　Doctor；　and　another　for　the
  Doctor’s　wife；　the　boys　dispersed；　and　I　went　back　into　the　house；
  where　I　found　the　guests　all　standing　in　a　group　about　the　Doctor；
  discussing　how　Mr。　Jack　Maldon　had　gone　away；　and　how　he　had
  borne　it；　and　how　he　had　felt　it；　and　all　the　rest　of　it。　In　the　midst
  of　these　remarks；　Mrs。　Markleham　cried：　‘Where’s　Annie？’
  No　Annie　was　there；　and　when　they　called　to　her；　no　Annie
  replied。　But　all　pressing　out　of　the　room；　in　a　crowd；　to　see　what
  was　the　matter；　we　found　her　lying　on　the　hall　floor。　There　was
  great　alarm　at　first；　until　it　was　found　that　she　was　in　a　swoon；　and
  that　the　swoon　was　yielding　to　the　usual　means　of　recovery；　when
  the　Doctor；　who　had　lifted　her　head　upon　his　knee；　put　her　curls
  aside　with　his　hand；　and　said；　looking　around：
  ‘Poor　Annie！　She’s　so　faithful　and　tender…hearted！　It’s　the
  parting　from　her　old　playfellow　and　friend—her　favourite　cousin—
  that　has　done　this。　Ah！　It’s　a　pity！　I　am　very　sorry！’
  When　she　opened　her　eyes；　and　saw　where　she　was；　and　that
  we　were　all　standing　about　her；　she　arose　with　assistance：　turning
  her　head；　as　she　did　so；　to　lay　it　on　the　Doctor’s　shoulder—or　to
  hide　it；　I　don’t　know　which。　We　went　into　the　drawing…room；　to
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  leave　her　with　the　Doctor　and　her　mother；　but　she　said；　it　seemed；
  that　she　was　better　than　she　had　been　since　morning；　and　that　she
  would　rather　be　brought　among　us；　so　they　brought　her　in；　looking
  very　white　and　weak；　I　thought；　and　sat　her　on　a　sofa。
  ‘Annie；　my　dear；’　said　her　mother；　doing　something　to　her
  dress。　‘See　here！　You　have　lost　a　bow。　Will　anybody　be　so　good　as
  find　a　ribbon；　a　cherry…coloured　ribbon？’
  It　was　the　one　she　had　worn　at　her　bosom。　We　all　looked　for　it；　I
  myself　looked　everywhere；　I　am　certain—but　nobody　could　find　it。
  ‘Do　you　recollect　where　you　had　it　last；　Annie？’　said　her
  mother。
  I　wondered　how　I　could　have　thought　she　looked　white；　or
  anything　but　burning　red；　when　she　answered　that　she　had　had　it
  safe；　a　little　while　ago；　she　thought；　but　it　was　not　worth　looking
  for。
  Nevertheless；　it　was　looked　for　again；　and　still　not　found。　She
  entreated　that　there　might　be　no　more　searching；　but　it　was　still
  sought　for；　in　a　desultory　way；　until　she　was　quite　well；　and　the
  company　took　their　departure。
  We　walked　very　slowly　home；　Mr。　Wickfield；　Agnes；　and　I—
  Agnes　and　I　admiring　the　moonlight；　and　Mr。　Wickfield　scarcely
  raising　his　eyes　from　the　ground。　When　we；　at　last；　reached　our
  own　door；　Agnes　discovered　that　she　had　left　her　little　reticule
  behind。　Delighted　to　be　of　any　service　to　her；　I　ran　back　to　fetch　it。
  I　went　into　the　supper…room　where　it　had　been　left；　which　was
  deserted　and　dark。　But　a　door　of　communication　between　that　and
  the　Doctor’s　study；　where　there　was　a　light；　being　open；　I　passed
  on　there；　to　say　what　I　wanted；　and　to　get　a　candle。
  The　Doctor　was　sitting　in　his　easy…chair　by　the　fireside；　and　his
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  young　wife　was　on　a　stool　at　his　feet。　The　Doctor；　with　a
  complacent　smile；　was　reading　aloud　some　manuscript
  explanation　or　statement　of　a　theory　out　of　that　interminable
  Dictionary；　and　she　was　looking　up　at　him。　But　with　such　a　face　as
  I　never　saw。　It　was　so　beautiful　in　its　form；　it　was　so　ashy　pale；　it
  was　so　fixed　in　its　abstraction；　it　was　so　full　of　a　wild；　sleepwalking；　dreamy　horror　of　I　don’t　know　what。　The　eyes　were　wide
  open；　and　her　brown　hair　fell　in　two　rich　clusters　on　her　shoulders；
  and　on