ly see Robert.
He had made a sad discovery, and came for Owen. Do you remember that
pretty schoolmistress at Wrapworth!'

Never had Phoebe seen such a blanched face and dilated eyes as were
turned on her, with the gasping words, 'Impossible! they would not have
told you.'

'They were obliged,' said Phoebe; 'they had to hurry for the train, for
she is very ill indeed.'

Honor leant back with folded hands and closed eyes, so that Phoebe almost
felt as if she had killed her. 'I suppose Robert was right to fetch
him,' she said; 'but their telling you!'

'Owen told me he fancied Robert had done so,' said Phoebe, 'and called
out to me something about family claims, and a married man.'

'Married!' cried Honora, starting forward. 'You are sure!'

'Quite sure,' repeated Phoebe; 'he desired me to tell you I was to say he
knew he was unpardonable, but he had suffered a great deal, and he was
grieved at the sorrow you would feel.'

Having faithfully discharged her message, Phoebe could not help being
vexed at the relenting 'Poor fellow!'

Honor was no longer confounded, as at the first sentences, and though
still cast down, was more relieved than her young friend could
understand, asking all that had passed between the young men, and when
all had been told, leaning back in silence until, when almost at home,
she laid her hand on Phoebe's arm, and said, 'My child, never think
yourself safe from idols.'

She then sought her own room, and Phoebe feared that her presence was
intrusive, for she saw her hostess no more till teatime, when the wan
face and placid smile almost made her weep at first, then wonder at the
calm unconstrained manner in which her amusement was provided for, and
feel ready to beg not to be treated like a child or a stranger. When
parting for the night, however, Honor tenderly said, 'Thanks, my dear,
for giving up the evening to me.'

'I have only been an oppression to you.'

'You did me the greatest good. I did not want discussion; I only wanted
kindness. I wish I had you always, but it is better not. Their uncle
was right. I spoil every one.'

'Pray do not say so. You have been our great blessing. If you knew how
we wish to comfort you.'

'You do comfort me. I can watch Robert realizing my visions for others,
and you, my twilight moon, my autumn flower. But I must not love you too
much, Phoebe. They all suffer for my inordinate affection. But it is
too late to talk. Good night, swe