One day, when I felt more than usually gloomy, I was agreeably disappointed, as the cumbersome door opened to admit my kind friend Louise. The jailer remarked:
"You may stay about a quarter of an hour, but no longer."
"Thank you, sir," she replied.
"This is very kind of you, Louise," for I was touched by the visit.
"I wanted to see you, Ann; and look what I brought you!" She held a beautiful bouquet to me.
"Thank you, thank you a thousand times, this is too kind," I said, as I watered the lovely flowers with my tears.
"Oh, they were sent to you," she answered, with a smile.
"And who sent them?"
"Why, Henry, of course;" and again she smiled.
I know not why, but I felt the blood rushing warmly to my face, as I bent my head very low, to conceal a confusion which I did not understand.