CHAPTER IX.
THE STATE OF WALTER'S MIND .-- AN ANGLER AND A MAN OF THE WORLD .-- A COMPANION FOUND FOR WALTER.
"This great disease for love I dre, There is no tongue can tell the wo; I love the love that loves not me, I may not mend, but mourning mo." -- The Mourning Maiden.
"I in these flowery meads would be, These crystal streams should solace me, To whose harmonious bubbling voice I with my angle would rejoice." -- Izaac Walton.
When Walter left his uncle, he hurried, scarcely conscious of his steps, towards his favourite haunt by the water-side.

From a child, he had singled out that scene as the witness of his early sorrows or boyish schemes; and still, the solitude of the place cherished the habit of his boyhood.
Long had he, unknown to himself, nourished an attachment to his beautiful cousin; nor did he awaken to the secret of his heart, until, with an agonizing jealousy, he penetrated the secret at her own.

The reader has, doubtless, already perceived that it was this jealousy which at the first occasioned Walter's dislike to Aram: the consolation of that dislike was forbid him now.

The gentleness and forbearance of the Student's deportment had taken away all ground of offence; and Walter had sufficient generosity to acknowledge his merits, while tortured by their effect.

Silently, till this day, he had gnawed his heart, and found for its despair no confidant and no comfort.