self feelings in which I have no share, and which seem to steal the consciousness from your eye and the colour from your lip."
"Ah, indeed!" said Aram quickly; "what! you watch me so closely?"
"Can you wonder that I do?" said Madeline, with an earnest tenderness in her voice.
"You must not then, you must not," returned her lover, almost fiercely; "I cannot bear too nice and sudden a scrutiny; consider how long I have clung to a stern and solitary independence of thought, which allows no watch, and forbids account of itself to any one. Leave it to time and your love to win their inevitable way. Ask not too much from me now. And mark, mark, I pray you, whenever, in spite of myself, these moods you refer to darken over me, heed not, listen not—Leave me! solitude is their only cure! promise me this, love—promise."
"It is a harsh request, Eugene, and I do not think I will grant you so complete a monopoly
