ettle for you
before, though it was true I was then certain that you would come.' 'I
had not forgotten your doing so, young man,' said Belle; 'but I was
beginning to think that you were utterly selfish, caring for nothing but
the gratification of your own strange whims.' 'I am very fond of having
my own way,' said I, 'but utterly selfish I am not, as I dare say I shall
frequently prove to you. You will often find the kettle boiling when you
come home.' 'Not heated by you,' said Isopel, with a sigh. 'By whom
else?' said I; 'surely you are not thinking of driving me away?' 'You
have as much right here as myself,' said Isopel, 'as I have told you
before; but I must be going myself.' 'Well,' said I, 'we can go
together; to tell you the truth, I am rather tired of this place.' 'Our
paths must be separate,' said Belle. 'Separate,' said I, 'what do you
mean? I shan't let you go alone, I shall go with you; and you know the
road is as free to me as to you; besides, you can't think of parting
company with me, considering how much you would lose by doing so;
remember that you scarcely know anything of the Armenian language; now,
to learn Armenian from me would take you twenty years.'

"Belle faintly smiled. 'Come,' said I, 'take another cup of tea.' Belle
took another cup of tea, and yet another; we had some indifferent
conversation, after which I arose and gave her donkey a considerable feed
of corn. Belle thanked me, shook me by the hand, and then went to her
own tabernacle, and I returned to mine."

He torments her once more with Armenian and makes her speak in such a way
that the reader sees--what he himself did not then see--that she was too
sick with love for banter. She bade him farewell with the same
transparent significance on the next day, when he was off early to a
fair. "I waved my hand towards her. She slowly lifted up her right arm.
I turned away and never saw Isopel Berners again." That night as he was
going home he said: "Isopel Berners is waiting for me, and the first word
that I shall hear from her lips is that she has made up her mind. We
shall go to America, and be so happy together." She sent him a letter of
farewell, and he could not follow her, he would not try, lest if he
overtook her she should despise him for running after her.

I can only say that it is an extraordinary love-making, but then all love-
making, when truthfully reported, is extraordinary. There can be little
doubt, the