er? But, if she loves me, why, why send me away? It
is very cruel that so many should be in the same room with her, and HE
should dance with her, and I must not even look on and catch a glimpse
of her now and then. I won't go home."

"Ah!" said Jael, "you are like all the young men: you think only of
yourself. And you call yourself a scholar of the good doctor's."

"And so I am."

"Then why don't you go by his rule, and put yourself in a body's place?
Suppose you was in her place, master of this house like, and dancing
with a pack of girls you didn't care for, and SHE stood out here, pale
and sighing; and suppose things were so that you couldn't come out to
her, nor she come in to you, wouldn't it cut you to the heart to see her
stand in the street and look so unhappy--poor lad? Be good, now, and
go home to thy mother. Why stand here and poison the poor young lady's
pleasure--such as 'tis--and torment thyself." Jael's own eyes filled,
and that proof of sympathy inclined Henry all the more to listen to her
reason.

"You are wise, and good, and kind," he said. "But oh, Jael, I adore her
so, I'd rather be in hell with her than in heaven without her. Half a
loaf is better than no bread. I can't go home and turn my back on the
place where she is. Yes, I'm in torments; but I see. They can't rob my
EYES of her."

"To oblige HER!"

"Yes; I'll do anything to oblige HER. If I could only believe she loves
me."

"Put it to the proof, if you don't believe me."

"I will. Tell her I'd much rather stay all night, and catch a glimpse of
her now and then; but yet, tell her I'll go home, if she will promise me
not to dance with that Coventry again."

"There is a condition!" said Jael.

"It is a fair one," said Henry, doggedly, "and I won't go from it."

Jael looked at him, and saw it was no use arguing the matter. So she
went in to the house with his ultimatum.

She soon returned, and told him that Miss Grace, instead of being angry,
as she expected, had smiled and looked pleased, and promised not to
dance with Mr. Coventry nor any body else any more that night, "if he
would go straight home and consult his beautiful mother." "Those were
her words," said the loyal Dence. "She did say them twice over to make
sure."

"God bless her!" cried Henry, warmly; "and bless you too, my best
friend. I'll go this moment."

He cast a long, lingering look at the window, and went slowly down the
street.

When he got home, his mother