Oh, Agatha, Agatha! why did you say those last fearful words!" "You asked me for the truth, Marie, and it was right that I should tell it you; it was on my tongue to say the same to Henri, before you appealed to me at all." "You were right, dearest Agatha," said Henri; "and now, God bless you, Marie.

I value such love as yours highly as it is worth.

I trust the day may come when I can again ask you for your hand." "I will never refuse it again.

You shall have it now, tomorrow, next day, any day that you will ask it.

Oh, Agatha! my brain is so turned by what you have said, that I could almost go on my knees to beg him to accept it." "Come, Henri, leave us," said Agatha, "and prevent such a scandal as that would be; there are but a few hours for us to be in bed." Henri kissed his sister, and when he gave his hand to Marie, she did not turn her lips away from him; and as he threw himself on his bed, he hardly knew whether, if he could have his own way, he would marry her at once or not..