"But the heart grows so large, and so rich, and so variously endowed, when it has a great sense of bliss, that it can give smiles to some, and tears to others, with equal sincerity, and enjoy its own peace throughout all." "Do not say you are no saint!" answered Kenyon with a smile, though he felt that the tears stood in his eves.

"You will still be Saint Hilda, whatever church may canonize you." "Ah! you would not have said so, had you seen me but an hour ago!" murmured she.

"I was so wretched, that there seemed a grievous sin in it." "And what has made you so suddenly happy ?" inquired the sculptor.

"But first, Hilda, will you not tell me why you were so wretched ?" "Had I met you yesterday, I might have told you that," she replied.
"To-day, there is no need." "Your happiness, then ?" said the sculptor, as sadly as before.

"Whence comes it ?" "A great burden has been lifted from my heart--from my conscience, I had almost said,"-- answered Hilda, without shunning the glance that he fixed upon her.