`trust.' You have spoiled something
that I was going on to say about the simplicity of drawing lots like the
Moravians,--the most sincere courtship of all: but that word `trust'
puts my illustration aside. You need not protest. I assure you I am
not so dull as not to understand that you think love necessary to the
wooing which seems graceful in your eyes;--Oh, yes: love, and mutual
knowledge, and mutual reverence, and perfect trust! Oh, yes, I
understand it all."

"Philip!" cried a soft, sentimental voice under the window:

"Brother, I want your arm for a turn in the shrubbery."

Mrs Rowland's bonnet was visible as she looked up to the window. She
saw the braids of the hair of the young ladies, and her voice was rather
less soft as she called again, "Philip, do you hear? I want you."

It was impossible to seem not to hear. Mr Enderby was obliged to go:
but he left his hat behind him, as a sort of pledge that he meant to
limit himself to the single turn proposed.

For various reasons, the young ladies were all disinclined to speak
after he had left them. Miss Young was the first to move. She rose to
go to her desk for something,--the desk in which Margaret kept the books
she used in this place. Ever on the watch to save Maria the trouble of
moving about, which was actual pain to her, Margaret flew to see if she
could not fetch what was wanted: but Miss Young was already looking into
the desk. Her eye caught the pretty new little volume which lay there.
She took it up, found it was a volume of Tieck, and saw on the fly-leaf,
in the well-known handwriting, "From PE." One warm beam of hope shot
through her heart:--how could it be otherwise,--the book lying in her
desk, and thus addressed? But it was only one moment's joy. The next
instant's reflection, and the sight of Margaret's German exercise, on
which the book had lain, revealed the real case to her. In sickness of
heart, she would, upon impulse, have put back the book, and concealed
the incident: but she was not sure but that Margaret had seen the
volume, and she _was_ sure of what her own duty was. With a smile and a
steady voice she held out the book to Margaret, and said:

"Here is something for you, Margaret, which looks a little like one of
the hidden, and gentle, and mysterious tokens Mr Enderby has been
talking about. Here it is, lying among your books; and I think it was
not with them when you last left your seat."

Margaret blushed wit