ABSTRACT
THE following morning Cathcart was early at the house of Mr. Thorold; and Celestina, who rose now earlier than usual, (to enjoy, if it could be called enjoyment, a few hours, before she was compelled to hide her sorrows under the appearance of attention to the family she was with) met him as he came from the stable; and instead of going into the house, she desired he would walk with her towards the village. ‘You have news for me,’ said she; ‘but if I may guess by your countenance none that will relieve the weight I feel on my heart.’
