And now, Miss Folliard, I will bid you farewell.

Your father has proffered me hospitality, but I have not strength nor resolution to accept it.

You now know my secret--a hopeless passion." "Reilly," she replied, weeping bitterly, "our acquaintance has been short--we have not seen much of each other, yet I will not deny that I believe you to be all that any female heart could--pardon me, I am without experience--I know not much of the world.

You have travelled, papa told me last night; I do not wish that you should be unhappy, and, least of all, that I, who owe you so much, should be the occasion of it.
No, you talk of a hopeless passion.

I know not what I ought to say--but to the preserver of my father's life, and, probably my own honor, I will say, be not--but why should love be separated from truth ?" she said--"No, Reilly, be not hopeless." "Oh," replied Reilly, who had gone over near her, "but my soul will not be satisfied without a stronger affirmation.