he pondered this verse a little, feeling if she did not
recognize its high and purified atmosphere; but at the next
she sprang up and went back to her window.

"THOU HAST COMMANDED US TO KEEP THY PRECEPTS DILIGENTLY."

Elizabeth and the Bible were at issue.

She could heartily wish that her character were that fair and
sweet one the first three verses had lined out; but the
_command_ met a denial; or at the least a putting off of its
claim. She acknowledged all that went before, even in its
application to herself; but she was not willing, or certainly
she was not ready, to take the pains and bear the restraint
that should make her and it at one. She did not put the case
so fairly before herself. She kept that fourth verse at arm's
length, as it were, conscious that it held something she could
not get over; unconscious what was the precise why. She rushed
back to her conclusion that the Bible teaching was
unsatisfactory, and that she wanted other; and so travelling
round in a circle she came to the point from which she had
begun. With a more saddened and sorrowful feeling, she stood
looking at Winthrop's character and at her own; more
certified, if that had been wanting, that she herself was
astray; and well she resolved that if ever she got another
chance she would ask him to tell her more about her duty, and
how she should manage to do it.

But how was she to get another chance? Winthrop never came,
nor could come, to Mr. Haye's; all that was at an end; she
never could go again to his rooms. That singular visit of
yesterday had once happened, but could never happen again by
any possibility. She knew it; she must wait. And weeks went
on, and still her two wishes lived in her heart; and still she
waited. There was nobody else of whom she chose to ask her
questions; either from want of knowledge, or from want of
trust, or from want of attraction. And there were few indeed
that came to the house whom she could suppose capable of
answering them.

One evening it happened that Mr. Satterthwaite came in. He
often did that; he had never lost the habit of finding it a
pleasant place. This time he threw himself down at the tea-
table, in tired fashion, just as the lady of the house asked
him for the news.

"No news, Mrs. Haye -- sorry I haven't any. Been all day
attending court, till I presume I'm not fit for general
society. I hope a cup of tea 'll do something for me."

"What's taken you into court?" said Rose,