And of late he had been jealous, and saw, or thought, he had no great place in her heart, and never should have.
Ah, it is a rarity to shed tears of joy! The thing is familiarly spoken of, but the truth is that many pass through this world of tears and never shed one such tear.

The few who have shed them can congratulate William Hope for this blissful moment after all he had done and suffered.
But the sweet girl who so surprised that manly heart, and drew those heavenly tears, had not the key.

She was shocked, surprised, distressed.
She burst out crying directly from blind womanly sympathy; and then she took herself to task.

"Oh, Mr.Hope! what have I done?
Ah! I have touched some chord of memory.

Wicked, selfish girl, to distress you with my dreams." "Distress me!" cried Hope.