"There is H----, any passenger for H----?" "Yes, sir," said I; "I am for H----." The stage stopped, and with trembling hands and beating heart I squeezed past the other passengers. "Good morning, gentlemen," said I, as I walked off. The stage was set in motion again. There was no other passenger but myself for the village of H----, so I strolled off with light step to the nearest inn. Having refreshed myself with a light luncheon, I strolled about the country a bit until I came across--you may be surprised, gentlemen--but I actually came across the very same house with the very identical country round about it, including the wood, that appeared in my dream. I certainly _was_ startled. "Yonder, then, is the house of Molly's aunt," I thought, and I walked towards it, thinking all the while how I should introduce myself. Before I reached the house, however, two figures in the distance under the trees of the wood attracted my gaze. I looked again. One of the figures, I was sure, could be no other than Molly herself, and the other I was equally certain was young Rashly. I hastened my steps, but by a route so as not to come directly in front of them, for I wished to overhear their conversation. Having made a roundabout cut, I concealed myself behind some brushwood, where I could both see them distinctly, and hear all they said without being seen by them. "Come, Molly," I heard young Rashly say, "enough of this. What is the good of making yourself miserable about young Hearty? He's dead now, poor fellow--he was a great friend of mine, but now that he is gone and can never come back to you, try to forget him. I wish to console you and to raise your spirits. Now, my dear girl, do try and forget him." "Oh, never, never!" sobbed Molly, "I never _can_ forget him. I shall never be able to love anyone else. Poor fellow! He died out of love for me, I know he did. Oh, Jack, Jack, I never can forget you--never, never!" and she sobbed as if her heart would break. "Now, Molly, this is nothing but obstinacy; you can't call him back, however you may mourn for him. Just look at the position _I_ offer you. _I_ shall be able to make you more comfortable than Jack would have been able to make you. Is it nothing to be made a lady of? Don't be a fool, girl, and throw such a chance away. Hundreds in your place would jump at it." "How can I accept such terms from a man I do not love?" cried Molly. "Would I not be one of the basest of women to persuade you that I loved you just to become your wife, when my heart is another's?" "How can your heart be another's when Jack is no more?" asked he. "Yes, yes; in death my heart shall still be his," Molly cried. "Come, now, you're talking like a mad girl. Just listen to reason a bit. I will settle a good round sum a year upon you to keep you as a lady in a nice little cottage with a garden, where I shall always be able to come to pay you a visit in secret, when my father is out of the way."