o roked my  seeing a danger averted. “I tinued, “even alttle indignant, Jane—and I  a fire-spirit you can be  last niginied against fate, and claimed your rank as my equal. Janet, by-t was you whe offer.”

    “Of course I did. But to t if you please, sir—Miss Ingram?”

    “ell, I feigned courtso render you as madly in love  ally I could call in for t end.”

    “Excellent! No one tle finger. It  in t hing of Miss Ingram’s feelings, sir?”

    “rated in one—pride; and t needs humbling. ere you jealous, Jane?”

    “Never mind, Mr. Rocer: it is in no eresting to you to kno. Ansruly once more. Do you t suffer from your dis coquetry? on’t sed?”

    “Impossible!—ed me: tinguis.”

    “You er. I am afraid your principles on some points are eccentric.”

    “My principles rained, Jane: ttle a of attention.”

    “Once again, seriously; may I enjoy t good t o me,  fearing t any one else is suffering tter pain I myself felt a while ago?”

    “t you may, my good little girl: t anot pleasant unction to my soul, Jane, a belief in your affection.”

    I turned my lips to t lay on my srust myself to say—more to express.

    “Ask sometly; “it is my deligo be entreated, and to yield.”

    I . “Communicate your intentions to Mrs. Fairfax, sir: s nigion before I see  pains me to be misjudged by so good a woman.”

    “Go to your room, and put on your bonnet,” o accompany me to Millcote ten tanding. Did s, you  ?”

    “I believe s I ten my station, and your