Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 685. Various

his eyes told me that I had come upon the right one; then again following the direction of his eyes, I crossed over to a cabinet which stood between the windows opposite his bed, and unlocked it. It opened with doors, upon a nest of drawers; and I pointed to each, going slowly down one side and up the other until I had found the right one. It contained a small packet sealed and addressed, and a bundle of letters. I held up the letters first.

      'Burn.'

      'I will burn them, Mr Farrar.'

      'Burn!'

      I saw that it must be done at once; put them into the fender, struck a match, and set light to them, stirring them well about until they were only tinder. For a suspicion had crossed my mind that it was quite possible there might be something connected with Mr Farrar's past life, the evidence of which it was desirable to keep from his daughter's knowledge. At anyrate, he had a right to have his letters destroyed if he so wished it, and his mind was manifestly relieved by its being done.

      'Parcel!'

      I brought the little packet to his bed-side. 'Do you wish anything to be done with this, Mr Farrar?'

      He looked at it a moment, and then turned his eyes upon his child. 'Forgive – be good to her.'

      'To whom, dear papa?' murmured Lilian.