e bird sat on her shoulder, and he
saw by her gesture that she was engaged in an earnest address to it. He
came on gently behind her, actuated by that kind curiosity which knows
that in such unguarded moments a key may possibly be obtained to
the abrupt and capricious impulse by which persons laboring under
impressions so variable may be managed.

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"I will beat you, Ariel," said she, "I will beat you--fie upon you. You
an angel of light--no, no--have I not often pointed you out the spot
which would have been fatal to you, were it not for him--for him! Stupid
bird! there it is! do you not see it? No, as I live, your eye is turned
up sideways towards me, instead of looking at it, as if you asked why,
dear mistress, do you scold me so? And indeed I do not know, Ariel. I
scarcely know--but oh, my dear creature, if you knew--if you knew--it is
well you don't. I am here--so are you--but where is he?"

She was then silent for a considerable time, and sat with her head on
her hand. William could perceive that she sighed deeply.

He advanced; and on hearing his foot she started, looked about, and on
seeing him, smiled.

"I am amusing myself, William," said she.

"How, my dear Jane--how?"

"Why, by the remembrance of my former misery. You know that the
recollection of all past happiness is misery to the miserable--is it
not? but of that you are no judge, William--you were never miserable."

"Nor shall you be so, Jane, longer than until Charles returns; but
touching your second plan of resignation, love. I don't understand how
death could be resignation."

"Do you not? then I will tell you. Should Charles prove false to
me--that would break my heart. I should die, and then--then--do you not
see--comes Death, the consoler."

"I see, dear sister; but there will be no necessity for that. Charles
will be, and is, faithful and true to you. Will you come home with me,
dear Jane?"

"At present I cannot, William; I have places to see and things to think
of that are pleasant to me. I may almost say so; because as I told you
they amuse me. Let misery have its mirth, William; the remembrance of
past happiness is mine."

"Jane, if you love me come home with me now?"

"If I do. Ah, William, that's ungenerous. You are well aware that I
do, and so you use an argument which you know I won't resist. Come,"
addressing the dove, "we must go; we are put upon our generos