Looking at her watch, she saw there would not be time to read the news before the carriage was due. She folded it in an abstract manner, walked to the rack to put it in, when she saw the end of a letter protruding from a newspaper inside. As this was not the place for letters, she took it out, and found to her surprise it was unsealed, and—"Yes, it is," she said aloud, "it is postmarked London."
Mr. Angus began by asking,—
Am I intruding too much on your kindness by sending you a few lines
at so early a date? If so, forgive me, and remember that though I am
in my native land, standing on the spot where my fathers stood, yet I
am a stranger. I feel lonely to-night, and would gladly transport
myself back to my adopted country. We had a prosperous voyage,—
prosperous so far as it could be to one who was being removed farther
and farther from home and home friends. How much would I give to have
my little Ethel in my arms, and hear her sweet voice whispering in