She would at once say to your father, or to you, 'My good sir, or my good miss, my child is here; see how grieved I am; let me see him only for one hour, and I'll pray for you as long as I live.' No, no," continued Cornelius; "with the exception of my poor old Sue, I have no friends in this world." "Then I come back to what I thought before; and the more so as last evening at sunset, whilst I was arranging the border where I am to plant your bulb, I saw a shadow gliding between the alder trees and the aspens.

I did not appear to see him, but it was this man.

He concealed himself and saw me digging the ground, and certainly it was me whom he followed, and me whom he was spying after.

I could not move my rake, or touch one atom of soil, without his noticing it." "Oh, yes, yes, he is in love with you," said Cornelius.

"Is he young?
Is he handsome ?" Saying this he looked anxiously at Rosa, eagerly waiting for her answer.
"Young?
handsome ?" cried Rosa, bursting into a laugh.