illed into her
father's mind, and which he doubted not in the least would effect the
restoration of Sir Philip Hastings to his former opulence and to his
station in society.

The mind of man has a sun in its own sky, which pours forth its
sunshine, or is hidden by clouds, irrespective of the atmosphere around.
In fact we always see external objects through stained glass, and the
hues imparted are in our windows, not in the objects themselves. It is
wonderful how different the aspect of every thing was to the eyes of
Marlow as he returned towards Paris, from that which the scene had
presented as he went. All seemed sunshine and brightness, from the
happiness of his own heart. The gloomy images, which, as I have shown,
had haunted him on his way from his own house to Hartwell--the doubts,
if they can be so called--the questionings of the unsatisfied heart in
regard to the ways of Providence--the cloudy dreads which almost all men
must have felt as to the real, constant, minute superintendence of a
Supreme Power being but a sweet vision, the child of hope and
veneration, were all dispelled. I do not mean to say that they were
dissipated by reason or by thought, for his was a strong mind, and
reason and thought with him were always on the side of faith; but those
clouds and mists were suddenly scattered by the success which he had
obtained, and the cheering expectation which might be now well founded
upon that success. It was not enough for him that he knew, and
understood, and appreciated to the full the beauty and excellence of his
Emily's character. He could not be contented unless every one connected
with her understood and appreciated it also. He cared little what the
world thought of himself, but he would have every one think well of her,
and the deepest pang he had perhaps ever felt in life had been
experienced when he first found that Sir Philip Hastings doubted and
suspected his own child. Now, all must be clear--all must be bright. The
base and the fraudulent will be punished and exposed, the noble and the
good honored and justified. It was his doing; and as he alighted from
the carriage, and mounted the stairs of the hotel in Paris, his step was
as triumphant as if he had won a great victory.

Fate will water our wine, however--I suppose lest we should become
intoxicated with the delicious draught of joy. Marlow longed and hoped
to fly back to England with the tidings without delay, but certain
formalities had