Suddenly starting, up, at the end of this time, Hartley exclaimed-- "As I live, there comes the boat! and I must be in New York to-night." "Stay," said Mr.Delancy, "until I call Irene." "I can't linger for a moment, sir.

It will take quick walking to reach the landing by the time the boat is there." The young man spoke hurriedly, shook hands with Mr.Delancy, and then sprung away, moving at a rapid pace.
"What's the matter, father?
Where is Hartley going ?" exclaimed Irene, coming out into the portico and grasping her father's arm.
Her face was pale and her lips trembled.
"He is going to New York," relied Mr.Delancy.
"To New York!" She looked almost frightened.
"Yes.

The boat is coming, and he says that he must be in the city to-night." Irene sat down, looking pale and troubled.
"Why have you remained away from Hartley ever since his arrival ?" asked Mr.Delancy, fixing his eyes upon Irene and evincing some displeasure.
Irene did not answer, but her father saw the color coming back to her face.
"I think, from his manner, that he was hurt by your singular treatment.

What possessed you to do so ?" "Because I was not pleased with him," said Irene.

Her voice was now steady.
"Why not ?" "I wished him to go to the arbor." "He was your guest, and, in simple courtesy, if there was no other motive, you should have let his wishes govern your movements," Mr.
Delancy replied.
"He is always opposing me!" said Irene, giving way to a flood of tears and weeping for a time bitterly.
"It is not at all unlikely, my daughter," replied Mr.Delancy, after the tears began to flow less freely, "that Hartley is now saying the same thing of you, and treasuring up bitter things in his heart.