Fancy a lady, whose name was in the Court Circular, being inquired after by a tanner's lad! But I wanted to look at her--any beggar might do that, you know--so I watched in streets and parks, by theatre-doors at night, and by church-doors on Sunday mornings; yet I never saw her once.

Only think, not once for five whole months." "John, how could you tell me you were happy ?" "I don't know.

Perhaps because of my pride; perhaps because--Ah, don't look so wretched! Why did you let me say all this?
You are too good for such as I." Of course I took no heed of idle words like these.

I let him stand there, leaning against the stile, now and then grasping it with his nervous, muscular hands, as if he would tear it down; then I said quietly: "What do you intend to do ?" "Do?
Nothing! What can I do?
Though sometimes a score of wild plans rush into my mind, such as to run away to the Indies, like that young Warren Hastings we were talking of, come back twenty years hence a nabob, and--marry her." "Marry her," I repeated, mournfully.
"Ay, I could.

That is what maddens me.