DOUBTS AND DIFFICULTIES.
"Cast me upon some naked shore, Where I may tracke Only the print of some sad wracke, If thou be there, though the seas roare, I shall no gentler calm implore." Habington.
He was gone. The house was shut up for the evening. No more deep blue skies or crimson and amber tints. Margaret went up to dress for the early tea, finding Dixon in a pretty temper from the interruption which a visitor had naturally occasioned on a busy day. She showed it by brushing away viciously at Margaret's hair, under pretence of being in a great hurry to go to Mrs. Hale. Yet, after all, Margaret had to wait a long time in the drawing- room before her mother came down. She sat by herself at the fire, with unlighted candles on the table behind her, tliinking over the day, the happy walk, happy sketching, cheerful pleasant dinner, and the uncomfortable, miserable walk in the garden. How different men were to women ! Here was she disturbed and unhappy, because her instinct had made an}i:hing but a refusal impossible ; wliile he, not many minutes after he had met with a rejection