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"How late it grows!" I said "I will run down to the gates: it is

ood way on the road Henow, and to meet hih in the great trees which eates;

but the road as far as I could see, to the right hand and the left,

was all still and solitary: save for the shadows of clouds crossing

it at intervals as thepale line,

unvaried by onespeck

A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked--a tear of

disappointered; the moon shut herself wholly within her charew dark; rain caale

"I wish he would come! I wish he would co I had expected his arrival before

tea; noas dark: what could keep hiain recurred toof disaster I feared ht to be realised; and I had enjoyed so ined my fortune had passed its meridian, and must now decline

"Well, I cannot return to the house," I thought; "I cannot sit by