"Fighting duels in all of them!" "Well, yes; -- no, there was one where I did fight no duel. I was not there long enough." "Mr. Herder, I am shocked! I wouldn't have thought it of you." "The bracelet, Mr. Herder, I believe is yours," said Rufus. "Mine?" -- said the naturalist. "Miss Elizabeth would allow no one to put it on her hand, but a philosopher." "That is too great an honour for me, -- I am not young and gallant enough -- I shall depute you," -- said Mr. Herder putting the cameo in Winthrop's hand. But Winthrop remarked that he could not take deputed honours; and quietly laid it in the hand of its owner. Elizabeth, with a face a little blank, clasped it on for herself. Rufus looked somewhat curious and somewhat amused. "I am afraid you will say of my brother, Miss Haye, that though certainly _young_ enough, he is not very gallant," he said. Elizabeth gave no answer to this speech, nor sign of hearing, unless it might be gathered from the cool free air with which she made her way out of the group and left them at the window. She joined herself to President Darcy, at the other side of the fire, and engaged him in talk with her about different gems and the engraving of them, so earnestly that she had no eyes nor ears for anybody else. And when any of the gentlemen brought her refreshments, she took or refused them almost without acknowledgment, and always without lifting her eyes to see to whom it might be due. The company were all gone, and a little pause, of rest or of musing, had followed the last spoken 'good night.' It was musing on Elizabeth's part; for she broke it with, "Father, if you can give Mr. Landholm aid in any way, I hope you will." "My dear," said her father, "I don't know what I can do. I did offer to set him a going in business, but he don't like my line; and I have nothing to do with his, away up in the North there among the mountains." "O I don't mean that Mr. Landholm -- I mean the other." "Winthrop," said Mr. Haye. "Elizabeth likes him much the best," said Miss Cadwallader. "I don't," said Mr. Haye. "Neither do I!" "I do," said Elizabeth. "I think he is worth at least ten of his brother." "She likes him so well, that if you don't help him, dear Mr. Haye, there is every likelihood that somebody else will." "I certainly would," said Elizabeth, "if there was any way that I could. But there is not." "I don't know that he wants help," said Mr. Haye. "Why, he must, father! -- he can't live upon nothing; how much means do you suppose he has?" "I met him at the chop-house the other day," said Mr. Haye; -- "he was eating a very good slice of roast beef. I dare say he paid for it." "But he is struggling to make his way up into his profession," said Elizabeth. "He _must_ be." "What must he be?" said Rose. "Struggling." "Perhaps he is," said Mr. Haye, "but he don't say so. If I see him struggling, I will try what I can do." "Oh father! --"