But now I have tired you.

We have talked enough.

Good-bye.' Janet was surprised, and forgot her wish not to encounter Mr.Tryan: the tone and the words were so unlike what she had expected to hear.

There was none of the self-satisfied unction of the teacher, quoting, or exhorting, or expounding, for the benefit of the hearer, but a simple appeal for help, a confession of weakness.

Mr.Tryan had his deeply-felt troubles, then?
Mr.Tryan, too, like herself, knew what it was to tremble at a foreseen trial--to shudder at an impending burthen, heavier than he felt able to bear?
The most brilliant deed of virtue could not have inclined Janet's good-will towards Mr.Tryan so much as this fellowship in suffering, and the softening thought was in her eyes when he appeared in the doorway, pale, weary, and depressed.