I know it is hopeless--I know she can never be more to me than she already is; but I cannot help loving her.

Let us go; I may see her once again.

Ah, Charlie, you cannot even dream what inexpressible pleasure the merest glimpse of her affords me! Come, let us go." Charlie would not permit him to attempt to walk; and they procured a carriage, in which they rode to within a short distance of the house.

The mansion of Mr.Bates appeared quite gloomy as they approached it.

The blinds were down, and no lights visible in any part of the house.
"I am afraid they are out of town," remarked Charlie, when Clarence pointed out the house; "everything looks so dull about it.