94 LEGLANTINE OR

 

No one could paint the emotion of Doralice in
contemplating her daughter at her feet bathed in
tears. She helped her to rise, and pressed her fondly
to her heart.

‘You have made me feel in this moment,’ said she,
‘all that the heart of a mother can desire. Do not
grieve any more for our reverse of fortune.’

In saying these words, Doralice could scarcely

 

 

restrain her tears,—the sweetest, and yet the saddest,
she had ever shed.

That night Eglantine complained of a violent
headache. The next day proved her to have a fever.
Her mother sent for the doctor. He came immedi-
ately, and after examining her, said she showed all