ion,--sermons, treatises, and long commentaries.

"It will kill me," said Sir Harry to his wife.

"I am afraid it will kill her," said Lady Elizabeth. "Do you see how
her colour has gone, and she eats so little!"

"She walks every day."

"Yes; and comes in so tired. And she goes to church every Wednesday
and Friday at Hesket. I'm sure she is not fit for it such weather as
this."

"She has the carriage?"

"No, she walks."

Then Sir Harry gave orders that his daughter should always have the
carriage on Wednesdays and Fridays. But Emily, when her mother told
her this, insisted that she would sooner walk.

But what did the carriage or no carriage on Wednesday signify? The
trouble was deeper than that. It was so deep that both father and
mother felt that something must be done, or the trouble would become
too heavy for their backs. Ten days passed and nothing was heard
either from Mr. Boltby or from Cousin George. Sir Harry hardly knew
what it was then he expected to hear; but it seemed that he did
expect something. He was nervous at the hour of post, and was aware
himself that he was existing on from day to day with the idea of soon
doing some special thing,--he knew not what,--but something that
might put an end to the frightful condition of estrangement between
him and his child in which he was now living. It told even upon his
duty among his tenants. It told upon his farm. It told upon almost
every workman in the parish. He had no heart for doing anything. It
did not seem certain to him that he could continue to live in his own
house. He could not bring himself to order that this wood should be
cut, or that those projected cottages should be built. Everything was
at a standstill; and it was clear to him that Emily knew that all
this had come from her rash love for her cousin George. She never
now came and stood at his elbow in his own room, or leaned upon his
shoulder; she never now asked him questions, or brought him out from
his papers to decide questions in the garden,--or rather to allow
himself to be ruled by her decisions. There were greetings between
them morning and evening, and questions were asked and answered
formally; but there was no conversation. "What have I done that I
should be punished in this way?" said Sir Harry to himself.

If he was prompt to think himself hardly used, so also was his
daughter. In considering the matter in her own mind she had found it
to be her duty to obey her father i