Cote des Neiges hill, to Montreal. He suggested to Mrs. Clarkson
that it would be better for her to take a room at the St. Lawrence
Hall for a few days, and enjoy perfect rest till her ankle got better,
but she, remembering her past experiences, preferred to travel at
once to her home, and so avoid all scandal.

William drove straight to the Grand Trunk terminus in St.
Bonaventure street; and, placing the ladies in a Pullman car, drove
up to Sherbrooke street with the team, which he left, as directed,
at the young gentleman's residence. He proceeded along to St.
Lawrence Main street, where he hailed a cab, and drove back to the
terminus. Shortly after his return to the depot the train started,
and in a few hours they reached Sherbrooke.

It was considerably past midnight when they got to Mrs. Clarkson's
residence, so Miss Cuthbert remained with her till morning, doing
all she could to alleviate her pain. Shortly after breakfast William
called; and as his sister-in-law was confined to her room, he
considerately kept her company till Miss Cuthbert had gone home and
obtained permission to remain a while longer with the disabled lady.
There is nothing that tries a man's heart so much as to see a woman
(particularly a beautiful woman) in pain. The widow was aware of this,
and so, although the sprain was purely accidental, and was not
included in her programme, turned it to such good account that the
poor bachelor was fairly hooked, and began to think seriously that he
had got into an awkward fix.

Marriage with a deceased brother's wife was illegal, and no
clergyman could perform the marriage ceremony without violating the
laws of both Church and State; even if one could be prevailed on to