“I am made unhappy for ever, now!” added Colin. After a pause Mr. Calvert replied, “Then you must see her in my presence, if at all.” “Anywhere!” exclaimed our hero gladly; “but let me see her again.” Jane was now sent for. When she entered the room, Colin could no longer restrain himself. The sight of her made him burst into tears. “Jane, my girl,” began the father as he took her hand, and led her gently beside his own chair; “I hope you will sustain yourself for a few moments, while I simply explain to you that Mr. Clink and I have had some conversation upon the same subject as that upon which your mother has already spoken to you. The matter is now finally settled. But Mr. Clink wished, before he went, to bid you a good-b'ye for the last time; as you part friends with him, the same as, from my heart, I can say _I_ do; and not for myself alone, but in the name of all the family.” Jane could not speak, but her pretty throat swelled like that of a nightingale that dies, as poor Keates describes it, “_heart-stifled_ in its dell.” “Father!” at length she whispered, “it is not--is not--_true!_” Mr. Calvert remained fixed and mute as a statue. “It cannot be true!” continued Jane; “you would never--never make me so miserable! I do not believe it--I cannot!” At length her father spoke. “My dear girl,” said he, with a solemnity which he could not help, and of which he was not himself conscious; “you _must_ endeavour to be resigned. As you love me, let me beg of you to calm yourself, and endeavour to seek in prayer to Heaven that comfort which I never thought to see a child of mine so much in need of. You want peace of mind, child.” “I _do_, father!” she exclaimed, wringing her hands; “no poor soul more than I.” Another pause ensued here, during which Colin clasped Jane's other hand, as though when that one grapple was over, the world would be lost, and he should sink for ever. His eyes were on her face, but he could not see. “And now,” added Mr. Calvert, half-chokingly; “do not prolong this scene. We can do no more. Bid each other a loving good-b'ye, and be that kiss the last.” “I cannot!” exclaimed Jane, hysterically; “I _cannot!_ Father! I love him, and _shall_ love him everlastingly. You will not part us, I know. He will never leave me--never! Oh no! no, no, no!” And poor Jane fell into a fearful convulsion, that made all cheeks pale and eyes wet for mere pity at her trouble. This event brought others of the family into the room, and amongst them Colin's best friend, Roger. No sooner did he see what had happened, than his spirit and his feelings were at once aroused. “I tell you,” he exclaimed passionately, though without addressing any one in particular,--“I tell you, you will kill the girl if you go on in this way with her!”