He - You are not quite rour usual self to-night, Miss Withers. ghe- Ah, no, Mr. Globule, I am not, indeed. It seems to me to-night as if the hand of íate was heavy upon me; I ttm Bt-etched on a rack of suffering; it is all bo intangible, but the pain which I feel oppresses and distresses me. He (sympatliizingly) - It is hard, Miss "Withers, very hard, to endure such buííerin?. Tve often feit the same way nyBeïf. Have you se % doctor?