Two or three times, however, during the day I wavered in my determination, and was again and again almost tempted to follow her, but every succeeding time the temptation was fainter.

In the evening I left the dingle, and sat down with Mr.Petulengro and his family by the door of his tent; Mr.
Petulengro soon began talking of the letter which I had received in the morning.

"Is it not from Miss Berners, brother ?" said he.

I told him it was.

"Is she coming back, brother ?" "Never," said I; "she is gone to America, and has deserted me." "I always knew that you two were never destined for each other," said he.