whereabouts.

I looked into the room still belonging to Agnes, and saw her sitting by the fire, at a pretty old-fashioned desk she had, writing.

My darkening the light made her look up. What a pleasure to be the cause of that bright change in her attentive face, and the object of that sweet regard and welcome!

‘Ah, Agnes!’ said I, when we were sitting together, side by side; ‘I have missed you so much, lately!’

‘Indeed?’ she replied. ‘Again!

And so soon?’

I shook my head.

‘I don’t know how it is, Agnes; I seem to want some faculty of mind that I ought to have. You were so much in the habit of thinking for me, in the happy old days here, and I came so naturally to you for counsel and support, that I really think I have missed acquiring it.’