er, to see if there was any
deceit, or self-deceit, in all this; and, had there been, it could not
have escaped so keen and jealous an eye. But no, the limpid eye, the
modest, sober voice, that trembled now and then, but always recovered
its resolution, repelled doubt or suspicion.

Grace started to her feet, and said, with great enthusiasm. "I give you
the love and respect you deserve so well; and I thank God for creating
such a character now and then--to embellish this vile world."

Then she flung herself upon Jael, with wonderful abandon and grace, and
kissed her so eagerly that she made poor Jael's tears flow very fast
indeed.

She would not let her go back to Cairnhope.

Henry remembered about the ball, and made up his mind to go and stand in
the road: he might catch a glimpse of her somehow. He told his mother
he should not be home to supper; and to get rid of the time before
the ball, he went to the theater: thence, at ten o'clock, to "Woodbine
Villa," and soon found himself one of a motley group. Men, women,
and children were there to see the company arrive; and as, among
working-people, the idle and the curious are seldom well-to-do, they
were rather a scurvy lot, and each satin or muslin belle, brave with
flowers and sparkling with gems, had to pass through a little avenue of
human beings in soiled fustian, dislocated bonnets, rags, and unwashed
faces.

Henry got away from this class of spectators, and took up his station
right across the road. He leaned against the lamp-post, and watched the
drawing-room windows for Grace.

The windows were large, and, being French, came down to the balcony.
Little saw many a lady's head and white shoulders, but not the one he
sought.

Presently a bedroom window was opened, and a fair face looked out into
the night for a moment. It was Jael Dence.

She had assisted Miss Carden to dress, and had then, at her request,
prepared the room, and decked it with flowers, to receive a few of the
young lady's more favored friends. This done, she opened the window, and
Henry Little saw her.

Nor was it long before she saw him; for the light of the lamp was full
on him.

But he was now looking intently in at the drawing-room windows, and with
a ghastly expression.

The fact is, that in the short interval between his seeing Jael and
her seeing him, the quadrilles had been succeeded by a waltz, and Grace
Carden's head and shoulders were now flitting at intervals, past the