hand,
he continued: "Take good care of her, Jennie, and when she is able tell
her I came to see her."

"An' sure I'll tell her ivery blessed word, and that you left your
love."

"I did not say that," Grey answered her, laughingly, as he bade her
good-by and walked away.

For a week or more Bessie scarcely spoke or moved, it was such happiness
to rest, with every wish anticipated either by her aunt or Jennie, whose
voice was a _whasper_ most of the time, and who was learning to be more
quiet and subdued. At last, however, Bessie began to talk, and said to
Jennie one day:

"I believe I am getting better, and I am afraid I am not as glad as I
ought to be--the world holds so little for me, and so few who care for
me beside auntie and you."

"An', faith," Jennie began, "it's not for ye to be sayin' the likes of
that. Nobody to care for you, indade, with the gentry comin' every day
to inquire for you, the praste a readin' his prayers in this very room,
and the foine gintleman who was on the ship a sittin' down stairs three
mortal hours waitin' to know if you waked up dead or alive, and thankin'
God when it was alive I told him you was."

"Who, Jennie? What gentleman?" Bessie asked.

"Mr. Grey, to be sure," Jennie replied; "and he left his compliments for
ye, and thanked God when I told him you was better. Oh, but he's very
fine, and Grey's Park is like them places in the old country where the
grandees live."

Whether it was that Bessie was thoroughly rested, or that the fact that
Grey had not forgotten her was in itself a restorative, her recovery was
very rapid, though she still looked like some fragile flower which a
breath might blow away, and Miss McPherson watched her with a tender
solicitude, astonishing in one as cold and impassive as she had always
seemed to be.

CHAPTER XIII.

BESSIE GOES TO GREY'S PARK.

It was a lovely day in early October when Bessie made her first visit to
Grey's Park, of which she had heard such glowing descriptions from
Jennie, who took her there in an invalid chair sent for the purpose by
Miss Lucy.

The grass in the park was fresh and green from recent rains, and the
late autumn flowers gave a brightness to the place scarcely equaled in
summer.

"Oh, how lovely it is! pretty almost as the Kensington Gardens," Bessie
exclaimed, as she entered the gate and looked around her. "I think I
should like to live here," she continued; and then there came to her a
thought of