ion of ice in talking to .  kept reating me like ers; inually made little c all tend to t of cordiality: in s, no I ance beto be far greater tress. ted to  frigidity.

    Suc not a little surprised wooping, and said—

    “You see, Jane, ttle is fougory won.”

    Startled at being t immediately reply: after a moment’s ation I answered—

    “But are you sure you are not in tion of triump too dear? ould not sucher ruin you?”

    “I t; and if I  does not muco contend for suc of t is decisive: my !” So saying, urned to his papers and his silence.

    As our mutual tled into a quieter cer, and udies, St. Joayed more at  imes for ogeto my a) undertaken, and I fagged a German, ic lore of  of some Eastern tongue, tion of o his plans.

    tting in  and absorbed enoug t blue eye of  of leaving tlandisimes fixing upon us, udents, ensity of observation: if caug antly  ever and anon, it returned searco our table. I  meant: I oo, at tual satisfaction o ex on an occasion t seemed to me of small moment, namely, my  to Morton scill more  to go,  of tude, and encourage me to accomplisask  regard to ts.

    “Jane is not sucain blast, or a sitution is botic;—better calculated to endure variations of climate t.”

    And imes a good deal tired, and not a little en, I never dared complain, because I sa to murmur o vex itude pleased he reverse was a special annoyance.

    One afternoon,  leave to stay at ers o Morton in my stead: I sat reading Scal scrolls. As I excransl