"Oh, forgive me, Amabel," he added, taking her hand, which she did not attempt to withdraw.

"Forgive me, if I am wrong.

But I now think your feelings are altered towards me, and that I may venture to hope you will be mine ?" Amabel's bosom heaved with emotion.

She tried to speak, but could not.
Her head declined upon his shoulder, and her tears flowed fast.

"I am answered," he cried, scarcely able to contain his rapture, and straining her to his bosom.
"I know not whether I am doing rightly," she murmured, gazing at him through her tears, "but I believe you mean me truly.