ve up the one for the other."

With a serious face, as if proposing a very serious question, Dorriforth
continued, "And you really believe you are not handsome?"

"I should, if I consulted my own opinion, believe that I was not; but in
some respects I am like Roman Catholics; I don't believe upon my own
understanding, but from what other people tell me."

"And let this convince you," replied Dorriforth, "that what we teach is
truth; for you find you would be deceived did you not trust to persons
who know better than yourself. But, my dear Miss Milner, we will talk
upon some other topic, and never resume this again--we differ in opinion,
I dare say, on one subject only, and this difference I hope will never
extend itself to any other. Therefore, let not religion be named between
us; for as I have resolved never to persecute you, in pity be grateful,
and do not persecute me."

Miss Milner looked with surprise that any thing so lightly said, should
be so seriously received. The kind Miss Woodley ejaculated a short
prayer to herself, that heaven would forgive her young friend the
involuntary sin of religious ignorance--while Mrs. Horton, unperceived,
as she imagined, made the sign of the cross upon her forehead as a guard
against the infectious taint of heretical opinions. This pious ceremony
Miss Milner by chance observed, and now shewed such an evident
propensity to burst into a fit of laughter, that the good lady of the
house could no longer contain her resentment, but exclaimed, "God
forgive you," with a severity so different from the idea which the words
conveyed, that the object of her anger was, on this, obliged freely to
indulge that impulse which she had in vain been struggling to suppress;
and no longer suffering under the agony of restraint, she gave way to
her humour, and laughed with a liberty so uncontrolled, that soon left
her in the room with none but the tender-hearted Miss Woodley a witness
of her folly.

"My dear Miss Woodley," (then cried Miss Milner, after recovering
herself) "I am afraid you will not forgive me."

"No, indeed I will not," returned Miss Woodley.

But how unimportant, how weak, how ineffectual are _words_ in
conversation--looks and manners alone express--for Miss Woodley, with her
charitable face and mild accents, saying she would not forgive, implied
only forgiveness--while Mrs. Horton, with her enraged voice and aspect,
begging heaven to pardon the offender, palpably said, she t