"Miss Graham, a servant has just brought this for you."
The girl's face flushed and paled alternately, as she received the note and broke the seal with trembling fingers. Glancing over the contents, her countenance became irradiated, and she exclaimed joyfully:
"Good news! The 'Morning Star' has arrived at Amsterdam. Eugene is safe in Germany."
Beulah's head went down on her desk, and just audible were the words:
"My Father in Heaven, I thank thee!"
Only Clara and Cornelia heard the broken accents, and they looked curiously at the bowed figure, quivering with joy.
"Ah! I understand; this is the asylum Beulah I have often heard him speak of. I had almost forgotten the circumstance. You knew him very well, I suppose?" said Cornelia, addressing herself to the orphan, and crumpling the note between her fingers, while her eyes ran with haughty scrutiny over the dress and features before her.
"Yes, I knew him very well." Beulah felt the blood come into her cheeks, and she ill brooked the cold, searching look bent upon her.
"You are the same girl that he asked my father to send to the public school. How came you here?"
A pair of dark gray eyes met Cornelia's gaze, and seemed to answer defiantly, "What is it to you?"