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From bad to worse! Alas, alas; there cairl he loved sank to nothing, vanished away, and was as a thing utterly lost, even in his eyes The poor unfortunate one,--to whorace, and softness,--and beyond all these and finer than these, innocence as unsullied as the whiteness of the plue on the breast of a dove; but to whoh to protect her softness, or guardian wise enough to guard her innocence! To her he was godlike, noble, excellent, all but holy He was the man whom Fortune, more than kind, had sent to her to be the joy of her existence, the fountain of her life, the strong staff for her weakness Not to believe in him would be the foulest treason! To lose hiave hione for ever

He was sitting with her one day towards the end of May on the edge of the cliff, looking down upon the ocean and listening to the waves, when it occurred to hiht as well ask her about her father It was absurd he thought to stand upon any cereood to her, and intended to be always good to her, but it was essentially necessary to him to know the truth He was not aware, perhaps, that he was becoher with her than had been his wont She certainly was not aware of it, though there was a touch of awe sometimes about her as she answered him She are that she noed to his which had not been customary with her; but then it was so sweet to obey hi to have such a master! If he rebuked her, he did it with his arm round her waist, so that she could look into his face and sood and follow his behests in all things He had been telling her now of so that such faults would coifts A gift she would of course take She had already taken gifts which were the treasures of her heart But he ain looked up into his face and sry with me?" she said