g naturally of a reverent turn of mind, she
tried to think that the discourse had done her good. At the same
time she was somewhat troubled by the thought that somehow the
best men in all times of which she had read seemed to her to be
just those whom the preacher was in fact denouncing, although in
words he had praised them as the great lights of the Church. The
words which she had heard in one of the lessons kept running in
her head, "Truly ye bear witness that ye do allow the deeds of
your fathers, for they indeed killed them, but ye build their
sepulchres." But she had little leisure to think on the subject,
and, as her father praised the sermon as a noble protest against
the fearful tendencies of the day to Popery and Pantheism,
smothered the questionings of her own heart as well as she could,
and went off to luncheon in a common room; after which her father
retired to their lodgings, and she and her cousin were escorted
to afternoon service at Magdalen, in achieving which last feat
they had to encounter a crush only to be equaled by that at the
pit entrance to the opera on a Jenny Lind night. But what will
not a delicately nurtured British lady go through when her mind
is bent either on pleasure or duty?

Poor Tom's feelings throughout the day may be more easily
conceived than described. He had called according to order, and
waited at their lodgings after breakfast. Of course they did not
arrive. He had caught a distant glimpse of them in St. Mary's,
but had not been able to approach. He had called again in the
afternoon unsuccessfully, so far as seeing them was concerned;
but he had found his uncle at home, lying upon the sofa. At first
he was much dismayed by this rencontre, but, recovering his
presence mind, he proceeded, I regret to say, to take the length
of the old gentleman's foot, by entering into a minute and
sympathizing in quiry into the state of his health. Tom had no
faith whatever in his uncle's ill-health, and believed--as many
persons of robust constitution are too apt to do when brought
face to face with nervous patients--that he might shake off the
whole of his maladies at any time by a resolute effort, so that
his sympathy was all a sham, though, perhaps, one may pardon it,
considering the end in view, which was that of persuading the old
gentleman to entrust the young ladies to his nephew's care for
that evening in the Long Walk; and generally to look upon his
nephew, Thomas Brown, as his na