"It will make you happy to know that you are making your mother happy, and the dear girls--and--and I have no doubt you will very soon get used to it. Many clergymen, you know, think that they ought not to marry." "Yes; but I never made up my mind to that." "No, perhaps not; but now perhaps you will think of it more seriously." "Indeed, I used to have an idea that a parish clergyman should be a married man. There are so many things which he can do better when he has a woman to assist him who thinks exactly as he thinks." "You will have your sisters, you know. Both Mary and Sophia were always active in the parish, and Jane and Fanny have their school." "Yes;" and he uttered a gentle sigh as he paused before he answered her. "But it is not quite the same thing, Adela. I love my sisters dearly; but one always longs to have one heart that shall be entirely one's own." And had he come over to tell her this in the same breath with which he informed her that marriage was a privilege quite beyond his reach? What did he think of her, or of what did he imagine that she was made? There was cruelty in it, of which Adela became immediately conscious, and which she could hardly help wishing to resent. He had performed the object of his visit; why did he not leave her? He had made himself thoroughly understood; why did he not go? His former many sweet visits had created hopes which were all but certain. He had said nothing of love; but coming there as he had come, and gazing at her as he had gazed, Adela could not doubt but that she was loved. That was all now set at rest; but why should he remain there, breaking her heart with allusions to his own past tenderness? "You must put up with the world as you find it, Mr. Wilkinson." "Oh, yes; of course. But when one has had such happy dreams, the waking reality, you know, does make one sad." "You are too happy in your friends and your position to be an object of pity. How many clergymen are there of your age who would look upon your lot as almost beyond their ambition! How many men are there with mothers and sisters for whom they cannot provide! How many who have made rash marriages which have led to no happiness! Surely, Mr. Wilkinson, with you there is more cause for thankfulness than for complaint!" And thus, as it was necessary that she should say something, she moralized to him--very wisely. "It is all true," said he; "and perhaps it is for the best. I might probably have been made more wretched in another way." "Yes; very likely." Oh, Adela, Adela! "I begin to know that a man should not be sanguine. I have always hoped for more than I have had a right to expect, and, therefore, I have always been disappointed. It was so at school, and at Oxford, and it is so now: it shows how true it is that a man should not look for his happiness here. Well; good-bye, Adela. I see that you think I am wrong to have any regrets."