"What makes you so thoughtful to-night, Sid?" The more formal Mr. Sidney had been dropped long since; Mattie had resisted the encroachment as long as it was in her power, but the friendship between them had been increased as well as their intimacy, and the more familiar designation was the more natural of the two. "Am I looking very thoughtful, then, Mattie?" "Oh! so cross and black!" "Black?--eh!" he repeated; "that's a singular colour to seize upon a man's countenance, when he is agitated and hopeful. Come and sit here by my side, Mattie, and hear what news I have wherewith to startle you." "Not bad news?" she asked. "You shall judge." Mattie guessed the purport of the news, and there had been no necessity for her last query. She knew all that was coming now, and so prepared herself for a revelation that she had seen advancing months ago. Months ago, she had wondered how she should act on this occasion, what manner she should adopt, and in what way reply to him? She had rehearsed it in her mind, with fear and trembling, and tear-dimmed eyes; she had dreamed of it, and been very happy in her dreams; and now at last she was at fault, and her resources not to be relied on. Very pale, with her mind disturbed, and her heart throbbing, she took her place by his side, shawled and bonneted as she was, and waited for the end. Sidney broke the ice. The first few words faltered somewhat on his lip, but he gathered nerve as he proceeded, and finally related very calmly--almost too calmly--and plainly, the state of his feelings towards her. "Your father and I have been speaking of you during your absence; I have suggested to him a change of life for myself and you--if you will only consent to sacrifice a life for my sake! A selfish, and an inconsiderate request, Mattie, which I should not have thought of, had I not fancied that it was in my power to make you a good husband, a true and faithful husband, and to love you more dearly as a wife than friend. But always understand, Mattie, that on your side it will be a sacrifice--that no after-repentance, only my death, can relieve you from the incubus--that for life you are tied to a blind man, and that all natural positions of life are reversed, when I ask you to be my guide, protector, comforter! Always remember, too, Mattie, that without me you will be free, and your own mistress; you, a young woman, to whom will come fairer and brighter chances!" It was an odd manner of proposing; possibly Mattie thought so herself, for she raised her eyes from the ground, and looked at him long and steadily. "Sidney, have you well reflected on this step?" she asked. "I have." "Thought well of the sacrifice of all the past hopes you have had?--of the _incubus_ that I may be to you some day--that without me you will be free, and your own master--you, to whom the fairer, brighter chance may come, when too late! Sidney, we know not what a day may bring forth!" "My fate is in your hands, Mattie."