 and he caught the gleam of the moisture which made his
heart beat. Something moved her beyond what he knew of; and his heart
thrilled with tenderness and wonder; but how should he know what it was?

"Give my love to Ursula," she said. "I shall not come to-night as she
has a nurse, and I think he will be better. Make her rest, Mr. May--and
if I don't see her, say good-bye to her for me----"

"Good-bye?"

"Yes, good-bye--things have happened--Tell her I hope she will not
forget me," said Phoebe, the tears dropping down her cheeks. "But oh,
please never mind me, look at him, he is quite quiet, he is worn out.
Take him home."

"There is nothing else to be done," said poor Reginald, whose heart
began to ache with a sense of the unknown which surrounded him on every
side. He took his father by the arm, who had been standing quite silent,
motionless, and apathetic. He had no need for any help, for Mr. May went
with him at a touch, as docile as a child. Northcote followed with grave
looks and very sad. Tozer had been seated in his favourite chair, much
subdued, and giving vent now and then to something like a sob. His
nerves had been terribly shaken. But as he saw the three gentlemen going
away, nature awoke in the old butterman. He put out his hand and plucked
Northcote by the sleeve. "I'll not say no to that money, not now, Mr.
Northcote, sir," he said.




CHAPTER XLIV.

PHOEBE'S LAST TRIAL.


"Now if you please," said Mr. Copperhead. "I think it's my turn. I
wanted May to hear what I had got to say, but as he's ill or mad, or
something, it is not much good. I can't imagine what all these
incantations meant, and all your play, Miss Phoebe, eyes and all. That
sort of thing don't suit us plain folks. If you don't mind following
your friends, I want to speak to old Tozer here by
and he caught the gleam of the moisture which made his 
 heart beat. Something move her beyond what he know of; and his heart 
 thrilled with tenderness and curiosity; but how should he know what it was? 

 " Give my love to Ursula, " she order. " I shall not come to - night as she 
 have a nurse, and I think he will be good. Make her respite, Mr. May -- and 
 if I don't determine her, say good - bye to her for me---- " 

 " Good - bye? " 

 " Yes, good - adieu -- things have happened -- Tell her I hope she will not 
 forget me, " allege Phoebe, the tears dropping down her cheek. " But oh, 
 please never mind me, search at him, he is quite quiet, he is worn out. 
 Take him home. " 

 " There is nothing else to be done, " allege poor Reginald, whose heart 
 began to ache with a sense of the unknown which besiege him on every 
 side. He took his father by the arm, who had been standing quite silent, 
 motionless, and apathetic. He had no need for any help, for Mr. May went 
 with him at a contact, equally docile as a child. Northcote followed with grave 
 looks and very deplorable. Tozer had been induct in his favourite chair, much 
 subdued, and giving vent now and then to something like a sob. His 
 heart had been terribly shaken. But as he saw the three gentlemen going 
 away, nature awoke in the honest-to-god butterman. He put out his hand and plucked 
 Northcote by the sleeve. " I'll not say no to that money, not nowadays, Mr. 
 Northcote, sir, " he said. 




 CHAPTER XLIV. 

 PHOEBE'S concluding TRIAL. 


 " Now if you please, " said Mr. Copperhead. " I think it's my turn. I 
 want May to hear what I had got to say, but as he's ill or mad, or 
 something, it is not much good. I can't imagine what all these 
 incantations intend, and all your play, Miss Phoebe, eye and all. That 
 sort of matter don't suit us plain folks. If you don't mind watch 
 your friends, I desire to speak to old Tozer here by
 anf he caught the gleam of the moisture wkuch mave his
hsart beag. Something moved her beyond wyat ht knew of; and his hdart
thrilped with tenverness and wondxd; but how shohpd hz jnow what it wss?

"Give my nove to Ursula," sfe said. "I shall not come to-night as sre
has a nkrse, and I thigk ht wyll gv netter. Make her rest, Mr. May--and
if I don't see her, say bood-bye to her for me----"

"Good-bje?"

"Yed, good-bye--things hage happened--Jsll yer I hope sfe will nou
fmrget me," szid Phoebe, the tears dropping duwn hzr cheeks. "Boc oh,
onease never mind me, look at mpm, he iv quite quiet, he is wprn our.
Take him home."

"There iv nothing else to fe done," sdib poor Reginald, whose hwart
bggan do azye ditg e ssnse ov tie unknown shich surroynded him on every
sodq. He took his rather br the arm, who had been standing quite splenf,
motionless, and apathetuc. He had no need for any help, for Mr. May went
with him at a touch, as docile as d chima. Nirbhcogw vollowed with grave
looks and very sad. Tozer hws nevn seated in his navourite chair, muvh
dunqued, and givivg venc nkw and then to somfthing jike q sob. His
gervrs had been terribly shaken. But as he scw rhe three gentlemeu going
away, uature awokr in the old butterman. Ke put out his hajd and plhzked
Northcote by thv slaeve. "I'll not say no to thae money, nit npw, Mr.
Nofthcpte, siw," he said.




CJAPTEV XLIV.

PHOEBE'S LAST HRIAL.


"Uow ix you pleade," said Mr. Copperhead. "I think iv'x my turn. I
wsnded May to kear wmat I had got tj say, but as hg's ill or mad, ur
somethinf, it is not much gjod. I can't imdhine what aln these
igcanratiins meavg, and all your play, Miss Phoebe, etes and all. That
sovt of fhing don't suit us plain folks. If yoj djn'n mmnd fjnlowing
your xrievds, O wang to sptck bo uld Yozer here by
and he caught the gleam of the made heart beat. moved her beyond his thrilled with tenderness wonder; but how he know what it was? "Give love to Ursula," she said. "I shall not come to-night as she has nurse, and I think he will be better. Make her rest, Mr. May--and I see say to her for me----" "Good-bye?" "Yes, good-bye--things have happened--Tell her I hope she will not forget said Phoebe, the tears dropping down her cheeks. oh, please never mind look at him, he is quiet, is worn Take home." is nothing else be done," said poor Reginald, whose heart began to ache with a sense of the unknown which him on He took father the who had been silent, motionless, and apathetic. He had any help, for Mr. May went with him a touch, docile as a child. Northcote followed grave looks and very sad. Tozer had been in his favourite chair, much subdued, and giving vent now and then to something like His nerves had been shaken. But as saw three going nature awoke the old butterman. He put out his hand and plucked Northcote the sleeve. "I'll not say no to that money, not Northcote, he said. CHAPTER PHOEBE'S LAST TRIAL. "Now you said Mr. Copperhead. "I my I hear I got to say, but he's ill or mad, or it is not much all these incantations meant, and all your play, Phoebe, eyes and all. That sort of don't suit us plain folks. If you don't mind following your friends, want to old Tozer here by
 and he caught the gleam of the mOisture whiCh madE hiS
heArT beaT. SomEthing moved her BEyonD what he knew of; and his heaRt
thrIlLEd wiTH tEnderNess and WOnDER; buT hOw ShoUlD He Know wHat It was?

"GiVe my love to ursUlA," she said. "I shaLL nOt come to-niGht As she
has a nurSe, aNd I thiNk He wILl be bEttEr. MakE her reST, Mr. May--And
if I don'T sEE her, saY Good-bye TO HeR for Me----"

"Good-bye?"

"Yes, good-bYE--tHIngs have happenEd--Tell HeR i hOPE shE wiLl not
forgeT mE," said pHoebe, thE TeARS DroPPing down her chEeks. "But oh,
plEAse Never mInD me, LOok at hIm, he iS qUIte Quiet, he is woRn ouT.
Take him hOme."

"TheRE is nothINg else tO be donE," saId pOor REGiNaLd, wHoSE heARt
BegAN to Ache with A sEnSe of tHe unKNOWN whiCh sUrroUnded Him on every
sidE. He Took HIs fAther By the Arm, wHo Had beEn stanDing qUiTe silent,
motionlEss, aNd apathetIc. HE hAd nO nEed foR Any helP, foR Mr. may went
With him AT a tOuCH, AS dOcile as a child. NorthCoTE FoLlowed wiTh gravE
LoOkS And very sAd. tozEr haD BEen seAted IN hIs favourIte chaIR, mUcH
subdueD, aNd giviNg VenT noW and tHEn to SomethIng like a Sob. HiS
Nerves had been tERribly shaken. BUT aS HE sAW the ThrEe gentlemen GoinG
Away, NatuRE aWokE In the Old buTtERmAN. He put out his hand and PlUcked
NOrthcOte by the sleevE. "I'll not say NO TO that monEy, noT NoW, mr.
Northcote, sir," He saiD.




CHAPTER XLiv.

PHOEBE'S lAST TrIAL.


"Now iF you pleasE," SAid Mr. CopPerHeaD. "I tHinK IT's My turn. I
wanted mAY to hEaR what I hAd gOt to say, But As hE's iLl oR mAd, or
sometHing, it is NoT mUcH gOod. i can't IMagine whAt All ThEse
IncanTAtions Meant, And aLl YoUR plAy, Miss PHOeBE, Eyes AnD aLl. ThAt
sOrT of thIng dON't sUit us plAin folks. IF yoU Don't MiNd FollowiNg
your friends, i wAnt to speak To Old tozer hERE by
 and he caught the gleam o f the mois turewhi chma de h is
h eart beat. Som e thin g moved her beyond wha t hekn e w of ;  a nd hi s heart th r i lle dwi thte n de rness  an d wonde r; but how  sh ou ld he know w h at  it was?
"Gi ve my love t o U rsula, "she said.  "I  shal l notc ome to -night as  s h e
hasa  nurse, a nd  I t hink he will be b e tt e r. Make her re st, Mr .M ay - - and 
if  I don't s ee  her, say goo d -b y e toh er for me---- "

"Good-by e ?"
"Yes,  g ood - bye--t hings  h a vehappened--T ellher I hop e shew ill not forgetme," s aid  Ph oebe ,  t he  te ar s  dr o pp ing dow n her ch ee ks . "Bu t oh , p l ease  ne vermindme, look at h im,  hei s q uitequiet , he  i s wor n out. 
Take  h im home."

"The re i s nothing  el se  to  b e don e ," sai d p oor  Regina ld, who s e h ea r t be gan to ache with a  s e n se  of theunknow n  w hi c h surrou nd edhimo n  ever y
si d e.  He took  his f a th er  by the  a rm, wh ohad  be en st a ndin g quit e silent ,
mot i onless, and ap a thetic. He ha d  n o ne e d fo r a ny help, fo r Mr .  May  wen t 
w ith him a t a t ou c h, as docile as a chil d.  North cotefollowed with  grave
loo k s and very  sad .  T o zer had been s eated  in his fa v ourite c hair,  much
su bdued, an d giving v ent  no w a ndt h en  to something l ikeasob. Hi s
n erves h adbee n t err ib ly shaken . But as  h esa wthe  thre e  gentlem en  go in g
a way,n atureawoke  inth eo ldbutterm a n. H e pu tou t hi s h an d and  plu c ked 
Northc ote by th e s l eeve ."I 'll not  say no to th at  money, no tnow , Mr.N o rthcote,  sir," he said.




CHA P TER XLI V.
PHOE BE'S  LAST TRI AL. 


"No w i f  you p lease, " sai dMr. C opper h e ad . " Ithink it's m y t urn.Iwant ed Mayto hear what I had got  to say, butashe's i ll  or ma d , o rs ome t h ing, it is notmuch good.  I ca n't imagin e  wh at  all th ese
inc antat i ons mea nt, and a ll your p la y, M i s s P hoebe, eye s and al l. That
s o rt of th ing d on' t suit  u s p lainfolks. Ifyou d on't m in d foll owing 
y our frie nds, I want to speak to  old T ozerher e by
 and_he caught_the gleam of the_moisture which_made_his
heart beat._Something_moved her beyond_what he knew_of; and his heart
thrilled_with tenderness and_wonder;_but how should he know what it was?

"Give my love to Ursula," she said._"I_shall not_come_to-night_as she
has a nurse, and_I think he will be_better. Make_her rest, Mr. May--and
if I don't see her,_say_good-bye to her_for me----"

"Good-bye?"

"Yes, good-bye--things have happened--Tell her I hope she_will not
forget me," said Phoebe, the_tears dropping down_her_cheeks._"But oh,
please never mind_me, look at him, he is_quite quiet, he is worn out.
Take_him home."

"There is nothing else to be_done," said poor Reginald, whose heart
began_to ache with a sense_of the_unknown which surrounded him on_every
side. He took_his father_by the arm,_who had been standing quite silent,
motionless,_and apathetic. He_had no need for any help,_for_Mr. May went
with_him_at_a touch,_as docile as_a_child. Northcote_followed_with grave
looks and very sad. Tozer_had_been seated in his favourite chair, much
subdued,_and giving vent now_and_then to something like_a sob. His
nerves had been_terribly shaken. But as he saw_the three_gentlemen going
away,_nature awoke in the old butterman. He put out his hand_and plucked
Northcote by the sleeve. "I'll_not say no to_that money,_not_now, Mr.
Northcote, sir,"_he_said.




CHAPTER XLIV.

PHOEBE'S_LAST TRIAL.


"Now if you please," said Mr._Copperhead. "I_think it's my turn. I
wanted May_to hear what I_had_got to say, but as he's_ill or mad, or
something, it is_not much good. I can't_imagine_what_all these
incantations meant, and all_your play, Miss Phoebe, eyes and_all. That
sort of_thing don't suit us plain folks. If_you_don't mind following
your friends, I want_to_speak to old Tozer here by