The doubt and suspicion faded away still further, to leave poor Janet's countenance almost sweet in its expression of loving sadness, as she turned away to whisper in her friend's ear, and to kiss her fondly; and her eyes were suffused with tears, as she gently pressed back Patty's clinging hands, and glided from the room. For, trembling, fluttering, half-pained, half-joyous, Patty would have followed, but there were other hands to arrest her half-way; and as the door softly swung to, she felt herself drawn unresisting, now, closer and closer, to another's breast. Shall we tell of the words that fell now from Harry's impassioned lips?--of the gentle, dove-like eyes that now looked up, half-scared, half-wonderingly in his, till that look was subdued and softened into one that was all love? Of the hour, that fled like minutes, as he drew the yielding little form closer, till her breath fanned his cheek, and her red, half-pouted lips seemed to ask the kiss they dared not then return? Enough, if we say that, as Harry sat proudly there, and whispered of the future, it was with a little head nestling in his breast; and when--how long after, neither knew--Jared was heard loudly approaching the room, violently humming one of the melodies from "Zampa," and, of course, so pre-occupied, that he stumbled over the mat, and kicked it back into its place before rattling the door handle and entering, they did not move; why should they? Jared stood and gazed for a moment with bended head, half smiling, and evidently about to utter some bantering remark; but it did not leave his lips, which began to twitch, and his face to work as he turned from them. "Father, dear father!" cried Patty, as she fled to his side, "you are not angry?" "Angry? No, my darling, I am not angry," and he drew her to him to kiss her tenderly. "I am not angry, but glad and thankful to see my child happy. It brings back thoughts of old times when I--but this will not do. And what will somebody at home say to it all? I am a weak old fogey, and let you have your own way, but there is moth--I mean mamma, to consult, remember." At that moment the door was once more softly opened, and Janet entered slowly, to look at the trio inquiringly, till in Harry's happy face she read all she wished to learn, and pressed his hand as he led her to a chair, sitting down by her side, and talking to her for some time, so that father and daughter might converse for a while without interruption. Evening fell upon them unawares, and the black shadows made Janet's countenance darker still, as, at last, gazing earnestly in Harry's face, she laid one bony hand on his, and tried to speak, but the words died inaudibly away. "Did you wish to ask me something?" said Harry, softly; for he had in those happy hours learned the poor girl's secret. "Yes." "You may trust me," he said, gently; "but you are a woman of strong good sense. Let me ask you something first--Is it wise?"