sary and wished-for things, were
struggling. It was all his spare time could do to make clear
the way for the hours given to his profession. There was
little leisure for rest, and he had no means to bestow on
pleasure; and that is a very favourable stating of the case as
far as regards the last item. Mr. Inchbald never asked for
rent, and never had it; not in those days. That the time would
come, Winthrop believed; and his kind host never troubled
himself to inquire.

There were pleasures, however, that Winthrop could not buy and
which were very freely his. Mr. Herder's friendship introduced
him to society, some of the best worth to be found, and which
opened itself circle after circle to let him in. He had the
freedom of President Darcy's house, and of Mr. Haye's, where
he met other sets; in all, covering the whole ground of
Mannahatta good society; and in all which Winthrop could not
but know he was gladly seen. He had means and facilities for
social enjoyment, more, by many, than he chose to avail
himself of; facilities that did not lack temptation. In Mr.
Herder's set, Winthrop often was found; other houses in the
city saw him but rarely.

There was an exception, -- he was often at Mr. Haye's; why, it
did not very plainly appear. He was certainly made welcome by
the family, but so he was by plenty of other families; and the
house had not a more pleasant set of familiars than several
other houses could boast. Mr. Haye had no sort of objection to
giving him so much countenance and encouragement; and Rose
kept all her coldness and doubtful speeches for other times
than those when he was near. Elizabeth held very much her old
manner; in general chose to have little to do with him; either
haughtily or carelessly distant, it might be taken for one or
the other. Though _which_ it might be taken for, seemed to give
no more concern to the gentleman in question than it did to
herself.

CHAPTER XIX.

A man may hear this shower sing in the wind.
MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

One summer's afternoon, -- this was the first summer of
Winthrop's being in Mannahatta, -- he went to solace himself
with a walk out of town. It was a long and grave and
thoughtful walk; so that Mr. Landholm really had very little
good of the bright summer light upon the grass and trees.
Furthermore, he did not even find it out when this light was
curtained in the west with a thick cloud, which straightway
became gilt and silver-edged in a marv