But as for his own,--he began to fear that the compensation would hardly be perfect.

"It is my own doing," he said to himself, intending to be rather noble in the purport of his soliloquy, "I have trained myself for other things,--very foolishly.

Of course I must suffer,--suffer damnably.
But she shall never know it.

Dear, sweet, innocent, pretty little thing!" And then he went on about the squire, as to whom he felt himself entitled to be indignant by his own disinterested and manly line of conduct towards the niece.

"But I will let him know what I think about it," he said.