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ARIADNE. 67" Isuppose he never sends to know where sheis,elsehis people wouldseek for her, — itis so easyto know anythingin this city. Ithink theyhavenever tried to know. She has never gone outof that room since that day," he continued." She has all she can want, oh, yes! indeed;she does not know whether it is a garret or apalace; only sometimes,Ithink, she feels thewant of air, without knowing what it is shefeels:" You will sayIshouldhave sent to you. Yes,Ithought ofit;but you see,Icannot write,andthenIhave been glad to be the only one nearher— the only thing she had. Of course she doesnot know. She sees me very often, but shenever knows me. There is always that blanklook inher eyes. Isuppose it is her brain thatis gone:" Oh! you are angry; do not be angry.PerhapsIdid ill. But hadIlet you know youwould have come, and that man who fives on theGolden Hill,and is rich;and she would neverhave wanted me any more." Imake plenty of money; yes, indeed. IfF 2