ing this, feeling
that though she had been in a great measure triumphant over her
difficulties before the magistrate, she ought still to consider
herself, for a short while, as being under a cloud, crept down into
the cab and seated herself beside her cousin almost without a word.
She was again dressed in black, and again wore the thick veil. Her
maid, with the luggage, followed them, and they were driven to Euston
Square almost without a word. On this occasion no tall footman
accompanied them. "Oh, Frank; dear Frank," she had said, and that
was all. He had been active about the luggage and useful in giving
orders;--but beyond his directions and inquiries as to the journey,
he spoke not a word. Had she breakfasted? Would she have a cup of
tea at the station? Should he take any luncheon for her? At every
question she only looked into his face and shook her head. All
thoughts as to creature-comforts were over with her now for ever.
Tranquillity, a little poetry, and her darling boy, were all that she
needed for the short remainder of her sojourn upon earth. These were
the sentiments which she intended to convey when she shook her head
and looked up into his eyes. The world was over for her. She had had
her day of pleasure, and found how vain it was. Now she would devote
herself to her child. "I shall see my boy again to-night," she said,
as she took her seat in the carriage.

Such was the state of mind, or such, rather, the resolutions,
with which she commenced her journey. Should he become bright,
communicative, and pleasant, or even tenderly silent, or, perhaps,
now at length affectionate and demonstrative, she, no doubt, might be
able to change as he changed. He had been cousinly, but gloomy, at
the police-court; in the same mood when he brought her home; and,
as she saw with the first glance of her eye, in the same mood again
when she met him in the hall this morning. Of course she must play
his tunes. Is it not the fate of women to play the tunes which men
dictate,--except in some rare case in which the woman can make
herself the dictator? Lizzie loved to be a dictator; but at the
present moment she knew that circumstances were against her.

She watched him,--so closely. At first he slept a good deal. He was
never in bed very early, and on this morning had been up at six. At
Rugby he got out and ate what he said was his breakfast. Would not
she have a cup of tea? Again she shook her head and smiled. She
smiled as