Marie  St.  Clare  felt  the  loss  of  Eva  as  deeply  as  she  could
feel  anything ;  and,  as  she  was  a  woman  that  had  a  great  fac-
ulty of  making  everybody  unhappy  when  she  was,  her  imme-
diate attendan/s  had  stiU  stronger  reason  to  regret  the  loss  of
their  young  mistress,  whose  winning  ways  and  gentle  interces-
sions had  so  often  been  a  shield  to  them  from  the  tyrannical
and  selfish  exactions  of  her  mother.  Poor  old  Mammy,  in  pai>
ticular,  whose  heart,  severed  from  all  natural  domestic  ties,  had
consoled  itself  with  this  one  beautiful  being,  was  almost  heart-
broken. She  cried  day  and  night,  and  was,  from  excess  of  sor-
row, less  skilful  and  alert  in  her  ministrations  on  her  mistress
than  usual,  which  drew  down  a  constant  storm  of  invectives  on
her  defenceless  head.
