Think on it well: what I have said is not without reflection, and what I resolve upon I will execute." "Honoured sir!--dear sir!" exclaimed Owen, tears rushing into his eyes, "you are not wont to be in such a hurry in transacting business of importance.

Let Mr.Francis run up the balance before you shut the account; he loves you, I am sure; and when he puts down his filial obedience to the _per contra,_ I am sure his objections will disappear." "Do you think I will ask him twice," said my father, sternly, "to be my friend, my assistant, and my confidant ?--to be a partner of my cares and of my fortune ?--Owen, I thought you had known me better." He looked at me as if he meant to add something more, but turned instantly away, and left the room abruptly.

I was, I own, affected by this view of the case, which had not occurred to me; and my father would probably have had little reason to complain of me, had he commenced the discussion with this argument.
But it was too late.

I had much of his own obduracy of resolution, and Heaven had decreed that my sin should be my punishment, though not to the extent which my transgression merited.

Owen, when we were left alone, continued to look at me with eyes which tears from time to time moistened, as if to discover, before attempting the task of intercessor, upon what point my obstinacy was most assailable.