At all events he was ever by my side, and Grace (I am now sure) helped him to contrive that it should be so.

I did not like him, I never had liked him.

Before I had come to Hillsbro' he had wearied me with compliments and attentions.

When he had visited me at the farm, elegant as he was, I had contrasted him unfavourably with the absent "ploughman," wondering that language had only provided one word, "man," by which to designate two creatures so different.

He was the same now that he had been then; but I, who had soared to things higher, had fallen.