We all three sat silent for a long time, then my father said: "Who is she ?" "I had rather not tell you.

She is above me in worldly station." "Ah!" a fierce exclamation.

"But thee wouldst not humble thyself--ruin thy peace for life?
Thee wouldst not marry her ?" "I would--if she had loved me.

Even yet, if by any honourable means I can rise to her level, so as to be able to win her love, marry her I will." That brave "I will"-- it seemed to carry its own fulfilment.

Its indomitable resolution struck my father with wonder--nay, with a sort of awe.
"Do as thee thinks best, and God help thee," he said, kindly.