CHAPTER XII.
. . . . "No, I'll not weep;
I have full cause for weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I'll weep;—O fool, I shall go mad!" Shakspeare.
Thursday, August 13th.
Dear Mother,—Yesterday was a fearfully exciting day. About noon mother Lenox came over from the cottage to go back with Emily.
I asked where sister had gone. She looked at me with fright and wonder. "Emily," she exclaimed, "started for the house early this morning, purposely, as she said, to see her brother before he went out upon his calls."