ved Clam.

Elizabeth let down her veil over her face and went out again.

With a quick nervous step she went, though the day was warm,
making no delay and suffering no interruption; till she
reached the University where Professor Herder made his daily
and nightly abode. The professor was attending one of his
classes. Elizabeth asked to be shewn to his room.

She felt as if she was on a queer errand, as she followed her
conductor up the wide stone stairs and along the broad
corridors, where the marks were evidently of only man's use
and habitation, and now and then a man's whistle or footstep
echoed from the distance through the halls. But she went on
swiftly, from one corridor to another, till the guide opened a
door and she stepped out from the public haunts of life to a
bit of quite seclusion.

It was a pleasant enough place that Mr. Herder called home. A
large, airy, light, high-ceiled apartment, where plainly even
to a stranger's eye, the naturalist had grouped and bestowed
around him all the things he best liked to live among.
Enormous glass cases, filled with the illustrations of
science, and not less of the philosopher's investigating
patience, lined all the room; except where dark-filled shelves
of books ran up between them from the floor to the ceiling. A
pleasant cloth-covered table, with books and philosophical
instruments, stood towards one side of the room, a little
table with a lamp at the other; and scattered about, all over,
were big stout comfortable well-worn leather arm-chairs, that
said study and learning sat easy there and often received
visits of pleasure in that room. Elizabeth felt herself as
little akin to pleasure as to learning or study, just then.
She put herself in one of the great leather chairs, with a
sense of being out of her element -- a little piece of busy,
bustling, practical life, within the very palings of science
and wisdom.

She sat and waited. But that pulse of busy life beat never the
cooler for all the cool aspect of the place and the grave
shade of wisdom that lingered there; nay, it throbbed faster
and more flutteringly. She got up to try the power of
distraction the glass cases might hold; but her eye roved
restlessly and carelessly over object and object of interest
that withheld its interest from her; and weariedly she went
back to her arm-chair and covered her face with her hands,
that her mind might be at least uninterruptedly busy in its
own way.

It must