Without further comment, he proceeded about his business, and remained in the shop till it was closed.

Wyvil did not return, and the grocer tried to persuade himself they should see nothing more of him.

Before Amabel retired to rest, he imprinted a kiss on her snowy brow, and said, in a tone of the utmost kindness, "You have never yet deceived me, child, and I hope never will.

Tell me truly, do you take any interest in this young gallant ?" Amabel blushed deeply.
"I should not speak the truth, father," she rejoined, after a pause, "if I were to say I do not." "I am sorry for it," replied Bloundel, gravely.

"But you would not be happy with him.