He turned and watched them as they stepped from stone to stone, and finally ascended the ravine.

Netta looked round, and he kissed his hand to her, to which she responded by nodding her head; but Rowland neither turned to the right nor left.
'Meddling coxcomb!' he exclaimed, 'what is there in him that commands the attention and respect that I fail to obtain with ten times his talents ?' He stood for a few minutes musing, whilst the music of the waterfall insensibly soothed his irritated mind.
'Why should I care for Netta, who could marry any one I like ?' were his thoughts.

'I suppose because she really loves me, and because they all oppose me.

Well, supposing I do turn over a new leaf, and spend the gold my father got so usuriously, in doing good! That would be making a use of a miser's money, rarely, if ever, made before?
and might be worth the trial, if only to work a new problem, whether ill-gotten wealth could conduce to moral health.

I should like to out-Herod that puppy Rowland, and make a saint of myself out of a sinner.