other hand, felt herself more apart from human kind than even in the seclusion which she had just quitted.

“You are not happy, Hepzibah!” said Clifford apart, in a tone of aproach. “You are thinking of that dismal old house, and of Cousin, Jaffrey” — here came the quake through him, — ”and of Cousin Jaffrey sitting there, all by himself! Take my advice, — follow my example, — and let such things slip aside. Here we are, in the world, Hepzibah! — in the midst of life! — in the throng of our fellow beings! Let you and I be happy! As happy as that youth and those pretty girls, at their game of ball!”

“Happy — ” thought Hepzibah, bitterly conscious, at the word, of her dull and heavy heart, with the frozen pain in it, —