can't dispute the truth of every
word in that article you have just read--nor can I." Eleanor stared
at him, as though she scarcely understood the words he was speaking.
"Nor can I, Eleanor: that's the worst of all, or would be so if
there were no remedy. I have thought much of all this since we were
together last night;" and he came and sat beside her, and put his arm
round her waist as he had done then. "I have thought much of what the
archdeacon has said, and of what this paper says; and I do believe I
have no right to be here."

"No right to be warden of the hospital, papa?"

"No right to be warden with eight hundred a year; no right to be
warden with such a house as this; no right to spend in luxury money
that was intended for charity. Mr Bold may do as he pleases about his
suit, but I hope he will not abandon it for my sake."

Poor Eleanor! this was hard upon her. Was it for this she had made
her great resolve! For this that she had laid aside her quiet
demeanour, and taken upon her the rants of a tragedy heroine! One
may work and not for thanks, but yet feel hurt at not receiving them;
and so it was with Eleanor: one may be disinterested in one's good
actions, and yet feel discontented that they are not recognised.
Charity may be given with the left hand so privily that the right hand
does not know it, and yet the left hand may regret to feel that it has
no immediate reward. Eleanor had had no wish to burden her father
with a weight of obligation, and yet she had looked forward to much
delight from the knowledge that she had freed him from his sorrows:
now such hopes were entirely over: all that she had done was of no
avail; she had humbled herself to Bold in vain; the evil was utterly
beyond her power to cure!

She had thought also how gently she would whisper to her father all
that her lover had said to her about herself, and how impossible she
had found it to reject him: and then she had anticipated her father's
kindly kiss and close embrace as he gave his sanction to her love.
Alas! she could say nothing of this now. In speaking of Mr Bold, her
father put him aside as one whose thoughts and sayings and acts could
be of no moment. Gentle reader, did you ever feel yourself snubbed?
Did you ever, when thinking much of your own importance, find yourself
suddenly reduced to a nonentity? Such was Eleanor's feeling now.

"They shall not put forward this plea on my behalf," continued the
warden. "W