My Aunt Mrs.Roland, celebrated her silver-wedding and my cousin's birth-day by giving a large entertainment; and among other things she had a plentiful supply of wine.

Mr.Romaine had lately made the acquaintance of my cousin Jeanette Roland.

She was both beautiful in person and fascinating in her manners, and thoughtlessly she held a glass of wine in her hand and asked Mr.Romaine if he would not honor the occasion, by drinking her mother's health.

For a moment he hesitated, his cheek paled and flushed alternately, he looked irresolute.

While I watched him in silent anguish it seemed as if the agony of years was compressed in a few moments.