Miss Arden coloured and then grew pale. She was very much embarrassed. She was about to say a word to end the interview, and go. Perhaps Mr. Longcluse was, as he said, impulsive--too precipitate and impetuous. He raised his hand entreatingly,-- "Oh, Miss Arden, pray, only a word!--I must speak it. Ever since then--ever since that hour--I have been the slave of a single thought; I have worshipped before one beautiful image, with an impious adoration, for there is nothing--no sacrifice, no crime--I would shrink from for your sake. You can make of me what you will; all I possess, all my future, every thought and feeling and dream--all are yours. No, no; don't interrupt the few half desperate words I have to speak, they may move you to pity. Never before, in a life of terrible vicissitude, of much suffering, of many dangers, have I seen the human being who could move me as you have done. I did not believe my seared heart capable of passion. And I stand now aghast at what I have spoken. I stand at the brink of a worse death, by the word that trembles on your lips, than the cannon's mouth could give me. I see I have spoken rashly--I see it in your face--oh, Heaven! I see what you would say." His hands were clasped in desperate supplication, as he continued; and the fitful breeze shook the roses above them, and the fading leaves fell softly in a shower about his feet. "No, don't speak--your silence is sacred. I sha'n't misinterpret--I conjure you, don't answer! Forget that I have spoken. Oh! let it, in mercy, be all forgotten, and let us meet again as if there never had been this moment of madness, and in pity--as you look for mercy--forget it and forgive it!" He waited for no answer: he was gone: the door closed as it was before. Another breath of wind ruffled the roses, and a few more sere leaves fell where he had just been standing. She drew a long breath, like one awaking from a vision. She was trembling slightly. Never before had she seen such agony in a human face! All had happened so suddenly. It was an effort to believe it real. It seemed as if she could see nothing while he spoke, but that intense, pale face. She heard nothing but his deep and thrilling words. Now it seemed as if flowers, and trees, and wall, and roses, all emerged suddenly again from mist, and as if all the birds had resumed their singing after a silence. "Forget it--forgive it! Let it, as you look for mercy, be all forgotten. Let us meet again as if it never was." This strange petition still rang in the ears of the astonished girl.