lls I look and pray
And love--soon all my work I leave:
And then no more shall aught divide--
We dwell upon the Other Side.'"

I turned to Miss Newton with my eyes full, as Annas rose from the harp.
The expression of her face was a curious mixture of feelings.

"Was ever such a song sung in Mrs Desborough's drawing-room!" she
cried. "She will think it no better than a Methodist hymn. I am afraid
Miss Keith has done herself no good with her hostess."

"But Grandmamma would never--" I said, hesitatingly. "Annas Keith's
connections are--"

"I advise you not to be too sure what she could never," answered Miss
Newton, with a little capable nod. "Mrs Desborough would scarce be
civil to the Princess herself if she sang a pious song in her
drawing-room on a reception evening."

"But it was charming!" I said.

Miss Newton shrugged her shoulders. "The same things do not charm
everybody," said she. "It seemed to me no better than that Methodist
doggerel. The latter half, at least; the beginning promised better."

When we went up to bed, Annas came to me as I stood folding my
shoulder-knots, and laid a hand on each of my shoulders from behind.

"Cary, we must say `good-bye,' I think. I scarce expected it. But Mrs
Desborough's face, when my song was ended, had `good-bye' in it."

"O Annas!" said I. "Surely she would never be angry with you for a mere
song! Your connections are so good, and Grandmamma thinks so much of
connections."

"If my song had only had a few wicked words in it," replied Annas, with
that slight curl of her lip which I was learning to understand, "I dare
say she would have recovered it by to-morrow. And if my connections had
been poor people,--or better, Whigs,--or better still, disreputable
rakes--she might have got over that. But a pious song, and a sisterly
connection of spirit with Mr Whitefield and the Scottish Covenanters.
No, Cary, she will not survive that. I never yet knew a worldly woman
forgive that one crime of crimes--Calvinism. Anything else! Don't you
see why, my dear? It sets her outside. And she knows that I know she
is outside. Therefore I am unforgivable. However absurd the idea may
be in reality, it is to her mind equivalent to my setting her outside.
She is unable to recognise that she has chosen to stay without, and I am
guilty of nothing worse than unavoidably seeing that she is there. That
I should be able to see it is unpardonable. I am sorry it sh