punished ME because that poor man had called on me. Have you
not faith in me? or what is it? I shall be angry one of these days."

"No, you will not, if I can make you understand my feelings. Put
yourself in my place, dearest. Here am I, fighting the good fight for
you, against long odds; and, at last, the brickmakers and bricklayers
have beat us. Now you know that is a bitter cup for me to drink. Well,
I come up here for my one drop of comfort; and out walks my declared
rival, looks into my face, sees my trouble there, and turns off with a
glance of insolent triumph." (Grace flushed.) "And then consider: I am
your choice, yet I am only allowed to visit you once a week."

"That is papa's doing."

"No matter; so it is. Yet my rival can come when he pleases: and no
doubt he does come every other day."

"You fancy that."

"It is not all fancy; for--by heaven! there he is at the gate. Two
visits to my one; there. Well, all the better, I'll talk to HIM."

He rose from his seat black with wrath.

Grace turned pale, and rang the bell in a moment.

The servant entered the room, just as Mr. Coventry knocked at the door.

"Not at home to anybody," said she.

Mr. Coventry's voice was heard to say incredulously, "Not at home?" Then
he retired slowly, and did not leave the neighborhood. He had called at
an hour when Grace was always at home.

Henry sat down, and said, "Thank you, Grace." But he looked very gloomy
and disturbed.

She sat down too, and then they looked at each other.

Henry was the first to speak. "We are both pupils of the good doctor.
Put yourself in my place. That man troubles our love, and makes my heavy
heart a sore heart."

The tears were in Grace's eyes. "Dearest," said she, "I will not put
myself in your place; you would lose by that, for I love you better than
myself. Yes, it is unjust that you should be allowed to visit me but
once a week, and he should visit me when he chooses. I assure you I have
permitted his visits out of pure good-nature; and now I will put an end
to them."

She drew her desk toward her, and wrote to Mr. Coventry. It took her
some little time. She handed Henry the letter to read. He took it in his
hand; but hesitated. He inquired what would be the effect of it?

"That he will never visit me again till you and I are married, or
engaged, and that is the same thing. Why don't you read it?"

"I don't know: it goes against me, somehow. Seems unmanly. I'll take
your word