"Close by you, dear mamma."

"What are you doing there?"

"I was praying, mamma," she answered, in a low, tremulous voice, "praying to God Almighty."

"I did not know you were as bad as Georgiana. I cannot see that the sailor is any thing to you. I don't like sentimental misses, I assure you."

With these words Lady Anne dropped again into slumber, leaving poor Helen with a revulsion of feeling so strange and so painful, with so much of horror added to her sorrow, that all of grief she had hitherto felt seemed happiness in comparison.