In my wilder moments I asked Fate for nothing but Charlotte.
"Give me the bird without the nest," I cried to Fortune; "and we will take wing to some trackless forest where there are shelter and berries for nestless birds.

We will imitate that delightful bride and bridegroom of Parisian Bohemia, who married and settled in an attic, and when their stock of fuel was gone fell foul of the staircase that led to their bower, and so supplied themselves merrily enough till the staircase was all consumed, and the poor little bride, peeping out of her door one morning, found herself upon the verge of an abyss.
"And then came the furious landlord, demanding restitution.

But close behind the landlord came the good fairy of all love-stories, with Pactolus in her pocket.

Ah, yes, there is always a providence for true lovers." I had passed away by this time from the barren moor to the regions of cultivation.

The trimly-cut hedges on each side of the way showed me that my road now lay between farm lands.