CHAPTER XVIII.

"... the passions of her mind, As winds from all the compass shift and blow, Made war upon each other for an hour." "Millicent! Millicent! are you awake?" It was the evening of the first day of the trial; and Miss Almsford, sitting in her chamber warming her pretty feet before the fire, recognized the voice and answered,-- "Yes, Bab, come in." It was very late, past twelve o’clock; but Barbara brought news of a visitor, who would keep them both from their sleep an hour longer. Mr. Galbraith was downstairs …