"Myself, for I am deeply agitated." "What, you fear that you cannot forgive. Rise, Mabel, and face the storm, not of worldly trouble, but of your own passions, drive them back; do not sit down and weep over them as one who has chosen no other trust than her own, weak, defenceless heart. There are more eyes upon you than you imagine--the weak to find confidence, and the fool and the scoffer, to find jest and scorn. And, besides, what are you called upon to do--to leave a house where dependence would grind your spirit, or envy calumniate, and make you seem vile in the eyes of others. "And what have you to endure? A few years of honest labour, re-paid by the wide spreading opportunity of sowing the seeds of virtue in the hearts of many, who, in years to come, may bless you for the happiness which the stability of their first principles has cast upon their households--which may again send forth fresh seeds of virtue to new generations, disseminating to children's children the thoughts and principles which were first inculcated by you. Is not this influence enough for you, though you yourself may live and die unheeded, and soon forgotten--your better part will live in others. I do not speak to you," continued Mr. Morley, as with one hand extended, he seemed rather to address an assembly, "as valuing such paltry things as wealth, or praise, or idle ease, but because you are, for a moment, forgetting what you do value--for these are times when temptations take us unawares, and, in a weak moment, have the power to surprise us, and I tell you again, Mabel Lesly, that the wicked and the wavering watch your movements for derision or guidance." Strong medicines should be given to strong minds. Mabel's fears, and sorrow, and indignation, vanished, before he had ceased speaking. "Thank you," said she, ardently, "the staff that can prop up the falling indeed deserves thanks, and I am grateful that you have come between me and weak and wicked thoughts. But do go further, and give me some advice--I will go any where, happily, only I cannot remain here." "Well," said he, slightly relaxing his exalted tone, to one more suited to common life, "we will see what can be done." Here he drew the last edition of the _Times_ from his pocket, and glanced down the advertisements, with rapid attention. "There is nothing here," he said, at length, "nothing wanted, but a companion for an old lady, any one else will do for that, and you might stagnate in such a position. I will go out amongst my friends, and enquire for you." "Something immediate," said she, earnestly. Mr. Morley frowned. "You are impatient of enduring a few days of discomfort, how can you meet a life of labour?" "That would be ease to my present position."