CHAPTER VIII.
THE GODDESS OF THE TENDER FEET The goddess Calamity is delicate ...her feet are tender.

Her feet are soft, for she treads not upon the ground, she makes her path upon the hearts of men .-- PINDAR.
Animosities perish, the humanities are eternal.
One morning, nearly a week after his interview with Dr.Sewell, John found Jane in her room surrounded by fine clothing and trunks and evidently well enough to consider what he had to say to her.
"What are you doing, Jane ?" he asked.
"Why, John, I am sorting out the dresses that are nice enough for London.

I think I shall be well enough to go to Aunt Harlow next week." "I wish you would come to my room.

I want to speak to you." "Your room is such a bare, chilly place, John." "It is secluded and we must have no listener to what I am going to say to you." Jane looked up quickly and anxiously, asking, "Are you in trouble, John ?" "Yes, in great trouble." "About money ?" "Worse than that." "Then it is that tiresome creature, Harry." "No.

It is yourself." "Oh, indeed; I think you had better look for someone else to quarrel with." "I have no quarrel with anyone; I have something to say to you, and to you, only; but there are always servants in and out of your rooms." She rose reluctantly, saying as she did so, "If I get cold, it makes no matter, I suppose." "Everything about you is of the greatest importance to me, I suppose you know that." "It may be so or it may not be so.