ash act, and I shall
never complain; for he was dead, and is alive again."

"We will find some way to do that between us--you, and I, and his
mother."

"Ah, yes: she will be on my side in that. But she will be hard upon me.
She will point out all my faults, my execrable folly. Ah, if I could but
live my time over again, I'd pray night and day for selfishness. They
teach us girls to pray for this and that virtue, which we have too much
of already; and what we ought to pray for is selfishness. But no! I
must think of my father, and think of that hypocrite: but the one person
whose feelings I was too mean, and base, and silly to consult, was
myself. I always abhorred this marriage. I feared it, and loathed it;
yet I yielded step by step, for want of a little selfishness; we are
slaves without it--mean, pitiful, contemptible slaves. O God, in mercy
give me selfishness! Ah me, it is too late now. I am a lost creature;
nothing is left me but to die."

Jael got her to bed, and sleep came at last to her exhausted body; but,
even when her eyes were closed, tears found their way through the lids,
and wetted her pillow.

So can great hearts and loving natures suffer.

Can they enjoy in proportion?

Let us hope so. But I have my doubts.

Henry Little kept his word, and came early next morning. He looked
hopeful and excited: he said he had thought the matter over, and was
quite content to let that scoundrel live, and even to dismiss all
thought of him, if Grace really loved him.

"If I love you!" said Grace. "Oh, Henry, why did I ask you to do nothing
rash, but that I love you? Why did I attempt his life myself? because
you said in your letter--It was not to revenge myself, but to save you
from more calamity. Cruel, cruel! Do I love him?"

"I know you love me, Grace: but do you love me enough? Will you give up
the world for me, and let us be happy together, the only way we can? My
darling Grace, I have made our fortune; all the world lies before us; I
left England alone, for you; now leave it with me, and let us roam the
world together."

"Henry!--what!--when I can not be your wife!"

"You can be my wife; my wife in reality, as you are his in name
and nothing else. It is idle to talk as if we were in some ordinary
situation. There are plenty of countries that would disown such a
marriage as yours, a mere ceremony obtained by fraud, and canceled by
a stroke with a dagger and instant separation. Oh, my darling, don't