nk again into his chair,
covering his face.

CHAPTER LI.

A CHILD AND A LOGICIAN.

To describe the astonishment of Verty, as he hastily went out and
closed the door, would be impossible. His face passed from red to
pale, his eyes were full of bewilderment--he sat down, scarcely
knowing what he did,

Roundjacket sat writing at his desk, and either had not heard, or
pretended that he had not, any portion of the passionate colloquy.

Verty could do nothing all day, for thinking of the astonishing scene
he had passed through. Why should there be anything offensive in
raising the curtain of a portrait? Why should so good a man as Mr.
Rushton, address such insulting and harsh words to him for such a
trifling thing? How was it possible that the simple words, 'Trust in
God,' had been the occasion of such anger, nay, almost fury?

The longer Verty pondered, the less he understood; or at least he
understood no better than before, which amounted precisely to no
understanding at all.

He got through his day after a very poor fashion; and, going along
under the evening skies, cudgelled his brains, for the thousandth
time, for some explanation of this extraordinary circumstance. In
vain! the explanation never came; and finding himself near Apple
Orchard, the young man determined to banish the subject, and go in and
see Redbud.

The young girl had been imprudent in remaining out so late, on the
preceding evening, and her cold had returned, with slight fever,
which, however, gave her little inconvenience.

She lay upon the sofa, near the open window, with a shawl over her
feet, and, when Verty entered, half-rose, only giving him her hand
tenderly.

Verty sat down, and they began, to talk in the old, friendly way; and,
as the evening deepened, to laugh and mention old things which they
both remembered--uniting thus in the dim twilight all the golden
threads which bind the present to the past--gossamer, which are not
visible by the glaring daylight, but are seen when the soft twilight
descends on the earth.

Redbud even, at Verty's request, essayed one of the old Scottish songs
which he was fond of; and the gentle carol filled the evening with its
joy and musical delight. This was rather dangerous in Verty--surely
he was quite enough in love already! Why should he rivet the fetters,
insist upon a new set of shackles, and a heavier chain!

Verty told Redbud of the singular circumstance of the morning, and
demande