ABSTRACT
In the quiet solitude of Grasmere, where every object served to bring before her the image of Montgomery and the happiness which she once hoped to enjoy in living there with him – hopes that she now believed were vanished for ever – the spirits of Ethelinde seemed likely wholly to forsake her. To conceal her terrors from Mrs. Montgomery was a task which every hour became more difficult and more painful; but she reflected that she was by this dissimulation saving from insanity or from death one so dear to him; and she besought heaven to give her strength to repress and conceal her own sorrows so long as she could fulfil any duty towards the mother of him she adored.
