cate as the original history. During this infliction, Harry's attention was occupied by observing the behaviour of Mr. Crane. Almost as soon as Alice quitted the boudoir, Kate Marsden had entered it, and begun a long and apparently interesting conversation with Mr. Crane, during which that gentleman, who at the commencement appeared rather low and desponding, gradually brightened up, and under the influence of his fair companion's society, grew quite lively and animated-in fact (if by any stretch of imagination the reader can connect two such antagonistic and unconjunctable ideas as Mr. Crane and flirtation) an uninitiated spectator beholding the pair, might legitimately have come to the conclusion that Kate Marsden and the cottonspinner were very decidedly and unmistakeably flirting.

The longest evenings come to an end at last, and Coverdale having seen Knighton safely deposited in a dog-cart, with nobody to bore but a sleepy groom, was making his way to the spot where the bed-room candlesticks were usually to be discovered, when he suddenly encountered Mr. Hazlehurst-standing aside to let him pass, Harry, in his most polite and conciliatory manner, wished him good-night. The only reply vouchsafed was the slightest and stiffest possible nod of the head, and with a countenance as dark and louring as the most viciously disposed thunder-cloud, the offended autocrat passed on.

CHAPTER XIII.

66 DEEPER AND DEEPER STILL."

When Coverdale reached his own room his first act was to lock the door, his next to fling open the window; he then untied his neckcloth, pulled off his coat and boots, and substituting for them a dressing-gown and slippers, cast a long lingering glance at his cigar-case. Shaking his head negatively, he muttered, “I daren't risk it, old Hazlehurst has a wonderful nose for tobacco, if it were but as good for partridges and pheasants he'd make an invaluable retriever "-he paused, sighed deeply, partly for want of a cigar-partly because, though he was not at all aware of it, one of the great realities of life was, for the first time, dawning upon him; then drawing a chair to the open window he seated himself and gave way to thought.

"I've made a pretty mess of it this evening and no mistake;" thus ran his ideas-"gone and offended the governor, and rendered him as savage as an old rhinoceros, so that the more I want him to do anything the less likely he'll be to do it. Then in my confounded good nature I've allowed that ass Knighton to detain me with his stupid prosing so that I lost sight of the cotton-spinner, and gave him a chance of making Alice an offer, a chance of which the old fellow had wit enough to avail himself, I'm almost certain. Arthur will be in such a rage! and enough to make him-the notion of sacrificing Alice to such an old anatomy as that-a yellow brute like a resuscitated mummy, without more than two ideas in his head, and such ideas, cash and cotton; he thinks of nothing else asleep or awake. I wonder what answer Alice gave him; but there isn't much doubt of that, the poor girl daren't disobey her father-besides women don't refuse £20,000. a-year. Well, I wish old Crane joy of his bargain. She'll soon get sick of him, and be miserable of course; then she'll take to flirting with every young fellow she meets, to get rid of her ennuie, choose out one

to establish a platonic friendship with perhaps I've seen all that sort of thing in France and Italy often enough. D'Almayne very likely, he's just the sort of puppy to lead a woman on-she laughs at him now, but it may be different when she's only old Crane to contrast him with-by the way I'll give Arthur a hint on that score." He rose, paced up and down the room several times then continued-" I wonder what can be the matter with me. I feel most absurdly and unpleasantly miserable." He re-seated himself by the window, tossed back his hair, and sat silently watching the moon just then emerging from behind a bank of clouds. It was a time and scene to elevate and purify man's nature; and Harry was not insensible to the influence-he thought of his boyhood, and his mother's tender love; he recurred to the moonlight stroll in which he had confided these cherished memories to Alice, and the warm and ready sympathy with which she listened to the recital, then minute points in their subsequent intercourse came to his recollection-smiles, words, and glances, trifles in themselves, but when collected suggestive of a definite idea; and lastly, her look when she quitted the dining-room that evening flashed across him, and with a sudden start he pressed his hand to his forehead as he resumed "Fool that am, I see it all now-now when it is too late. I might have won her love-it only required to tell her of my own feelings to change the affectionate interest she has conceived for me into a warmer sentiment; and now, perhaps piqued by my apparent indifference, she has accepted this man, and sealed her own unhappiness, and mine too, for that matter; but I deserve it. Why did I let this chance of a bright future escape me?-to fancy that the mere physical excitements of hunting and shooting (pastimes for a thoughtless boy) could content a being endowed with reason and feeling, though really I doubt whether I deserve such a title. I must have been blind, stultified, not to see all this before!" Burying his face in his hands, he remained for some time in deep and self-upbraiding thought-rousing himself at length by an effort, he continued-" Well! it's no good sitting here tormenting myself all night long-I'll go to bed, (though, of course, I shall not sleep a wink) and in the morning I'll walk over to the rail, meet Arthur-tell him how I've mismanaged everything he expected me to do, and find some excuse for leaving this place tomorrow. I should go mad if I were to stay here longer. Heigho! I wonder what will become of me-it will be no pleasure to look forward to the shooting season now. I don't believe I shall ever care to hit a bird or mount a horse again. I'll go to India and join the army as a volunteer, or start off to look for the north pole, or something. I shall hang myself if I stay at home and do nothing but think about Alice and that detestable old Crane." By the time his meditations had reached this point, Coverdale was unrobed; and jumping discontentedly into bed, had not laid his head on his pillow for five minutes, ere he was sound asleep, and dreaming of a battue, in which he tried to shoot Mr. Crane (who on that occasion only appeared the usual size of life, but ornithologically and picturesquely attired in the tail and plumage of a cock pheasant) and could by no means persuade his gun to go off. The sun shining in through the open window awoke Harry when he fancied he might have been asleep about a quarter of an hour; on referring to his watch, however, he found it was half-past six, and as the train by which Arthur Hazlehurst was expected, would

arrive at twenty minutes past seven, and it was a good half hour's walk to the station, he rose and began dressing. As his thoughts recurred to the events of the previous evening, all his cares and anxieties came back upon him with redoubled force, and he felt more thoroughly out of sorts, and unhappy than he ever remembered to have done since he had come to man's estate. When the operation of shaving obliged him to look in the glass, he was surprised, and if the truth must be told, rather alarmed also, as he caught sight of the expression of his features-" What a hang-dog miserable brute, I look like, he muttered to himself, it strikes me I drank more wine than is good for one, last night-that comes of old Hazlehurst bringing out Burgundy, after everybody had had enough-the old boy must have been frightfully screwed himself, or he would never have got so cantankerous with me about nothing-I hate a man who grows quarrelsome over his liquor-Heigho! I feel shockingly seedy, and down in the mouth-what the deuce am I to say to Arthur-how on earth am I to set things right again with the old man ; I wonder whether he will be stupid enough to expect me to make an apology? I wouldn't mind doing it to an old codger like that, but 'pon my word I should not know what to say-I've nothing to apologize about that I can see. I hope Arthur won't be angry, or worse still, unhappy about Alicepoor dear Alice, if she comes down to breakfast looking miserable I shall never be able to stand it, I'd better not look at her at all, that will be the only plan-I'll be off before luncheon. When I get home, all by myself, and have nothing to do but sit and think, I shall have a pleasant life of it. Well, I certainly have gone and done it this time handsomely rather.

Thus fretting and worrying himself he finished dressing, and making his way quietly down stairs, effected his exit unobserved; fancying he was late, he started at a brisk walk, and having crossed the open part of the park, reached a stile at the entrance of a grass-grown footpath overshadowed with trees. Before entering this, he looked at his watch, and found that instead of too late, he was too early by nearly half an hour; accordingly getting leisurely over the style, he strolled onward in the direction of a rustic bench, which he remembered to have seen some short distance farther up the path, where if the truth must be told, he proposed to console himself with a cigar. As he came in sight of this bench, he perceived that it was occupied, and a second glance was scarcely needed to convince him that the occupant was Alice. For a moment he was perplexed as to what course to take, whether to join her, or to retrace his steps, and avoid a meeting which he felt under the circumstances must necessarily be most embarrassing. Perceiving that the young lady's head was turned in the opposite direction, and that she had therefore not yet seen him, he drew back a pace or two, so as to place the trunk of a towering elm between them" What shall I do," thought Harry; "I have not an idea what to say to her that would be likely to be of any use; in fact, there's nothing to be said. She has accepted Old Crane, and now she's come here to meet Arthur, tell him what she's done, say she could not help it, and ask him to forgive her and make the best of it. I shall be de trop evidently, so the best thing I can do is to jog back again; and yet-and yet I should like to walk by her side, and look into her dear blue eyes once more,-heigho! I almost wish my dream would come true, only

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reversed, and that I were the pheasant and Crane going to shoot me, though I should not be in much danger, for the old muff would be sure to miss me. Well, I suppose I'd better be off-is she there stil. ?—yes. but what is she doing-crying-why by Heaven she's crying, as if her heart would break. Oh, you know I can't stand this, so its no use thinking any more about it. Speak to her I must and will." And suiting the action to the word he was about to spring forward and join her, when it occurred to him, that it would only distress and annoy her if he were to obtrude his presence upon her, when, imagining herself alone, she was unrestrainedly giving way to her grief; so with that tact springing from innate delicacy of feeling, which prevented Coverdale's honest straight-forward character from ever becoming rough or overbearing, he waited till poor Alice had dried her tears, and with slow listless footsteps (sadly different from her usual bounding and elastic gait,) resumed her walk, in the direction of the railway station. As soon as she was fairly started, Harry emerged from his hiding-place, and followed her with vigorous strides. When he had approached within hearing distance, he endeavoured by various means, such as stamping with his feet, brushing against the underwood as he passed, and the like, to render her aware of his presence, but for some minutes without success. At length, however, a violent onslaught he made against a blackthorn bush (by which means he acquired a practical knowledge of the penetrating disposition of thorns) attracted her attention, and with a start sufficiently violent to show that her nervous system was unusually excited, she turned and beheld him. Reassured by finding that the alarming sounds had been caused by the approach of a friend rather than by that of a wild beast, or an ogre (plagues so common in the midland counties of "England in ye nineteenth century,” that her imagination had naturally suggested them immediately), Alice waited till he came up, and received him with her customary bright smile, although her heightened colour, and an unusual degree of consciousness in her manner, proved that for some reason the meeting rather embarrassed her also.

"You walk by times, Miss Hazlehurst," began Harry, anxious to break the ice, but not knowing in the slightest degree how, when it should be broken, he was going to proceed. "You are really a pattern of early rising; but I have a notion we are both bound on the same errand, namely, to meet Arthur-am I wrong?"

"Quite right," was the reply; "I got up at a wonderfully early hour, considering that I was too much excited and tired by such an unaccustomed event as a dinner-party, to go to sleep for a long time." "You look fagged and weary even now," returned Coverdale, regarding her anxiously, "and you will fatigue yourself still more by walking to the station and back; are you prudent to undertake so long an expedition before breakfast ?"

"Oh yes," was the reply; "it will refresh me and do me goodbesides I want particularly to see and talk to Arthur.”

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"I will accompany you as far as the station, if you will allow me,” returned Harry, and as soon as your brother arrives, leave you to talk with him in peace; the few words I have to say to him, will do equally well after breakfast."

Alice signified her consent, and the conversation continued for several minutes to turn on indifferent subjects, though the burthen of sustain

ing it fell chiefly upon Alice, Harry's observations becoming shorter and less coherent at each reply. At length, however, Alice's stock of small-talk failed her, and Harry, in despair, was about to hazard some such original observation as that the trees were looking remarkably green, when his companion suddenly addressed him.

"I am afraid you will think that I am interfering very unnecessarily and impertinently, Mr. Coverdale, but I must trust to your kindness to make allowance for me.'

"She is actually going to confess the cotton-spinner to me, and tell me I'm in the way, most likely. Cool hands women are, and no mistake," thought Coverdale; he only said, however, "Pray, go on."

"The fact is," resumed Alice, with a faltering voice, "my brother Tom informed me (you must not be angry with the poor boy, for he did it out of regard to you) that you—that is, that my father and you differed about some political question after dinner yesterday, and that my father was so carried away by the subject, as to become injudiciously warm, and, from Tom's account, personal, and that he annoyed you. Now, I am so very sorry this should have occurred, for he had formed such a high opinion of you, and Arthur was so much pleased to see how well you got on with him, a point on which, for some reason he had been unusually anxious." (Coverdale bit his lip, and cut off a thistle's head viciously with his cane.) "Now, if you could be so very kind as to overlook anything my father may have said, it would make me I mean it would make Arthur, and-and-all of us so much happier."

"My dear Miss Hazlehurst," began Harry, vehemently, "how very kind of you to trouble yourself about me; I am most anxious to say or do anything to regain Mr. Hazlehurst's good opinion. I know I made him rather an impertinent answer, but really I was so unprepared for such an attack; and then, to make matters worse, that old idiot, Mr. Crane-that is," he continued, suddenly recollecting to whom he was speaking, and turning crimson as he did so, "I beg your pardon for speaking so disrespectfully of him to you; I really forgot whom I was addressing, I am certainly losing my senses." With a blush as bright, though not quite so deep coloured as that of Coverdale, Alice, turning away her head, replied

"Mr. Crane's only claim on my respect is, that he is my father's friend; if I must tell the truth, I do not myself consider him very wise."

"His only claim did you say," exclaimed Harry, earnestly. "Oh, Miss Hazlehurst-Alice-pardon me if I ask you to deal openly with me; am I then wrong in supposing that you are engaged, or about to become so, to Mr. Crane?"

"Oh yes," was the hurried reply; "such a fate would render me most miserable."

Upon this hint Harry spake ; the reality and strength of his feelings imparted an earnest dignity to his manner, and an unwonted eloquence to his speech, which would have deeply affected his fair auditor, even had her own heart not pleaded warmly in his favour. As it was, before they arrived in sight of the railroad station, Harry had come to the conclusion, that the communication he should have to make to his friend Arthur, would be very much more satisfactory, though perhaps little less embarrassing, than the one he had originally designed. It certainly was a considerable change in the tenor of his report to be