her, in vague terms, that did not produce any effect. So then he
kissed her cheek, and dried her eyes with his own handkerchief, and that
was not quite so ineffectual. She gave a final sob, and said, with some
slight remains of passion, "There, there; never heed me. It takes a deal
of patience to go through the world." And so she left him.

He was not sorry to be alone a minute, and think. This short dialogue
with Jael gave him some insight into female character. It made him
suspect that he had been too timid with Grace Carden, and also that
there were two women in the game instead of one.

When the time came to return he asked leave to borrow a horse-cloth.

He aired it by the fire, and remarked that it had turned very cold.

"Why," said Patty, "you have got your top-coat. Well, you are a soft
one."

"And you are a sharp one," said Henry, ironically.

When Jael came to the gig, Henry put the cloth over her shoulders.
"'Twasn't for me, ye see," said he: "'twas for my betters."

"I like you for that," said Patty.

Then there was much kissing, and shaking of hands, and promising to come
again, and away they drove to Hillsborough.

On the road Henry, for the first time, was very respectful, as well as
kind, to Jael. She was soft and gentle, but rather silent and reserved.
They parted at the door of "Woodbine Villa."

Next day, Henry called early, and found Miss Carden alone. His heart
beat tumultuously. She was very gracious, and hoped he had spent a
pleasant day yesterday.

"Pretty well."

"Is that all? Why I quite envied you your ride, and your companion."

"She is a very good girl."

"She is something more than that: but one does not find her out all at
once."

Now it was Henry's turn. But he was flustered, and thinking how he
should begin. And, while he hesitated, the lady asked him was he come to
finish the bust.

"No. I didn't come for that. I will finish it though." And thus he was
diverted from his purpose, for the moment.

He took a carving tool, and eyed his model, but soon laid down the tool,
and said: "I haven't thanked you yet. And I don't know how to thank
you."

"What for?"

"For what you sent to Mr. Cheetham."

"Oh!" said Grace, and blushed. Then she turned it off, and said she
thought if any body ought to thank her for that, it was Mr. Cheetham.

"Ay, for the order. But the sweet words that came with it? Do you think
I don't prize them above all the orders in the world?"

She c