I can agree with you." These were delightful words for me to listen to, but I could not hear them without feeling for him, who evidently was pained by Clara's avowed preference for me; and whose years--for I thought thirty-five at that time a little verging upon the patriarchal--entitled him to more respect.
"Well," thought I, one evening, as this game had been carried rather farther than usual, "I hope she is content now, for certainly Mortimer is jealous;" and the result proved it, for the whole of the following day he absented himself, and never came back till late in the evening.

He had been, I found, from a chance observation I overheard, at the bishop's palace, and the bishop himself, I learned, was to breakfast with us in the morning.
"Harry, I have a commission for you," said Clara.

"You must get up very early to-morrow, and climb the Cader mountain, and bring me a grand bouquet of the blue and purple heath that I liked so much the last time I was there.

Mind very early, for I intend to surprise the bishop to-morrow with my taste in a nosegay." The sun had scarcely risen as I sprang from my bed, and started upon my errand.

Oh! the glorious beauty of that morning's walk.