all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read. And we men who wish to know have in us something of angels' eyes. Your husband is noble nature, and you are noble too, for you trust, and trust cannot be where there is mean nature. And your husband, tell me of him. Is he quite well? Is all that fever gone, and is he strong and hearty?”

I saw here an opening to ask him about Jonathan, so I said,”He was almost recovered, but he has been greatly upset by Mr. Hawkins death.”

He interrupted, “Oh, yes. I know. I know. I have read your last two letters.”

I went on, “I suppose this upset him, for when we were in town on Thursday last he had a sort of shock.”