play a farce, w.”

    “I ask you to pass t my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”

    “For t fate you  abide by it.”

    “Jane, be still a fes: you are over-excited: I ill too.”

    A  of rembled tnut: it o an indefinite distance—it died. tingale’s song ening to it, I again . Mr. Rocer sat quiet, looking at me gently and seriously. Some time passed before  last said—

    “Come to my side, Jane, and let us explain and understand one another.”

    “I o your side: I am torn a return.”

    “But, Jane, I summon you as my  is you only I intend to marry.”

    I : I t he mocked me.

    “Come, Jane—come her.”

    “Your bride stands between us.”

    ride reached me.

    “My bride is o him, “because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”

    Still I did not ansill I ill incredulous.

    “Do you doubt me, Jane?”

    “Entirely.”

    “You h in me?”

    “Not a w.”

    “Am I a liar in your eyes?” ely. “Little sceptic, you s love  you knoo prove: I caused a rumour to reac my fortune  a t er t I presented myself to see t; it —I could not—marry Miss Ingram. You— you strange, you almost uneartreat to accept me as a husband.”

    “, me!” I ejaculated, beginning in ness—and especially in y—to credit y: “me  you- if you are my friend: not a s w you have given me?”

    “You, Jane, I must irely my own. ill you be mine? Say yes, quickly.”

    “Mr. Rocer, let me look at your face: turn to t.”