BOOK IV.
SORROW.
"Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass,
Wer nie die kummervollen Nächte
Auf seinen Bette weinend sass,
Er kennt Euch nicht, ihr himmlische Mächte!"
Goethe.
CHAPTER XX.
"I WAS THE MORE DECEIVED."
Milly Harrington had passed two months at Birchmead, and her grandmother's neighbors were beginning to speculate on the probabilities of her staying over the summer.
"Poor soul; it's lonely for her," Mrs. Chigwin said to her friend, Elizabeth. "I do hope that Mr. Beadon, or whatever her husband's name is, will come back before very long. She must be fretting for him, and fretting's so bad for her."
"You think there is a husband to come, do you?" asked Mrs. Bundlecombe, mysteriously.