ut twenty minutes sipping and
meditating, till he at length took warmer views of things, and longed for
the morrow, when he would see Mrs. Newberry again. He then felt that,
though chronologically at a short distance, it would in an emotional
sense be very long before to-morrow came, and walked restlessly round the
room. His eye was attracted by a framed and glazed sampler in which a
running ornament of fir-trees and peacocks surrounded the following
pretty bit of sentiment:-

'Rose-leaves smell when roses thrive,
Here's my work while I'm alive;
Rose-leaves smell when shrunk and shed,
Here's my work when I am dead.

'Lizzy Simpkins. Fear God. Honour the King.

'Aged 11 years.

''Tis hers,' he said to himself. 'Heavens, how I like that name!'

Before he had done thinking that no other name from Abigail to Zenobia
would have suited his young landlady so well, tap-tap came again upon the
door; and the minister started as her face appeared yet another time,
looking so disinterested that the most ingenious would have refrained
from asserting that she had come to affect his feelings by her seductive
eyes.

'Would you like a fire in your room, Mr. Stockdale, on account of your
cold?'

The minister, being still a little pricked in the conscience for
countenancing her in watering the spirits, saw here a way to
self-chastisement. 'No, I thank you,' he said firmly; 'it is not
necessary. I have never been used to one in my life, and it would be
giving way to luxury too far.'

'Then I won't insist,' she said, and disconcerted him by vanishing
instantly.

Wondering if she was vexed by his refusal, he wished that he had chosen
to have a fire, even though it should have scorched him out of bed and
endangered his self-discipline for a dozen days. However, he consoled
himself with what was in truth a rare consolation for a budding lover,
that he was under the same roof with Lizzy; her guest, in fact, to take a
poetical view of the term lodger; and that he would certainly see her on
the morrow.

The morrow came, and Stockdale rose early, his cold quite gone. He had
never in his life so longed for the breakfast hour as he did that day,
and punctually at eight o'clock, after a short walk, to reconnoitre the
premises, he re-entered the door of his dwelling. Breakfast passed, and
Martha Sarah attended, but nobody came voluntarily as on the night before
to inquire if there were other wants which he ha