"Is it good, Miss?"
"Sweet Minny, read it yourself."
The quadroon took it, and, as she stood behind her mistress, the tremor which seized her frame, when she looked upon that handwriting, was unseen and unthought of by any but herself.
"Delightful, Miss Della."
"Yes; now, Minny, put it with the rest."
"You won't have it beneath your pillow then, for the first night?"
"No, Minn; put it away. I am going to dream of General Delville, to-night, if I can—the best and noblest, and kindest man, excepting somebody you know, that ever I knew."
"Indeed, Miss! I'm so glad he proved so."
"Oh, yes, Minn, I can never tell you how noble and good he is; but, Minn, these letters—Bernard's letters—you are very sure you kept them all safe, perfectly secure?"
"As the apple of my eye, Miss."