describe to you—­which I dare not realize to myself.  Pray come and see me!  I have never felt so wretched about Magdalen as I feel now.  Suspense must have weakened my nerves in some strange way.  I feel superstitious about the slightest things.  This accidental resemblance of a total stranger to Magdalen fills me every now and then with the most horrible misgivings—­merely because Mr. Noel Vanstone’s name happens to be mixed up with it.  Once more, pray come to me; I have so much to say to you that I cannot, and dare not, say in writing.

“Gratefully and affectionately yours,

“NORAH.”

III.

From Mr. John Loscombe (Solicitor) to George Bartram, Esq.

“Lincoln’s Inn, London, September 6th, 1847.

“SIR—­I beg to acknowledge the receipt of your note, inclosing a letter addressed to my client, Mr. Noel Vanstone, and requesting that I will forward the same to Mr. Vanstone’s present address.

“Since I last had the pleasure of communicating with you on this subject, my position toward my client is entirely altered.  Three days ago I received a letter from him, which stated his intention of changing his place of residence on the next day then ensuing, but which left me entirely in ignorance on the subject of the locality to which it was his intention to remove.  I have not heard from him since; and, as he had previously drawn on me for a larger sum of money than usual, there would be no present necessity for his writing to me again—­assuming that it is his wish to keep his place of residence concealed from every one, myself included.

“Under these circumstances, I think it right to return you your letter, with the assurance that I will let you know, if I happen to be again placed in a position to forward it to its destination.

“Your obedient servant,

“JOHN LOSCOMBE.”

IV.

From Norah Vanstone to Miss Garth.

“Portland Place.

“MY DEAR MISS GARTH—­Forget the letter I wrote to you yesterday, and all the gloomy forebodings that it contains.  This morning’s post has brought new life to me.  I have just received a letter, addressed to me at your house, and forwarded here, in your absence from home yesterday, by your sister.  Can you guess who the writer is?—­Magdalen!

“The letter is very short; it seems to have been written in a hurry.  She says she has been dreaming of me for some nights past, and the dreams have made her fear that her long silence has caused me more distress on her account than she is worth.  She writes, therefore, to assure me that she is safe and well—­that she hopes to see me before long—­and that she has something to tell me, when we meet, which will try my sisterly love for her as nothing has tried it yet.  The letter is not dated; but the postmark is ‘Allonby,’ which I have found, on referring to the Gazetteer, to be a little sea-side place in Cumberland.  There is no hope of my being able to write back, for Magdalen expressly says that she is on the eve of departure from her present residence, and that she is not at liberty to say where she is going to next, or to leave instructions for forwarding any letters after her.