Just think of that! Then I shall be a gentleman and you a lady like Mrs.Stanhope, and then--" "Oh, Fani, you trouble me still more when you talk so," interrupted Elsli, sadly.

"I see more plainly every day that I can never be what Mrs.Stanhope wants me to be.

I am afraid she will be more and more vexed about it, and will like me less and less.

And you too will be ashamed of me by and by, because I cannot be what you would like to have me." Fani had seated himself again at Elsli's side, but at these words he sprang again to his feet, crying out reproachfully:-- "Oh, Elsli, what strange notions have you taken into your head?
It isn't pleasant in you to talk so.

Why don't you think of all the nice things there are, and what good times we have together, and let all these melancholy ideas go ?" "I don't think of melancholy things on purpose, Fani, and I wish I did not at all," said Elsli, pleadingly.