fault as much as theirs that wrong me. No true christian could cherish such bitter feelings as I do against him and her—especially the latter: him, I still feel that I could pardon—freely, gladly—on the slightest token of repentance; but she—words cannot utter my abhorence. Reason forbids, but passion urges strongly; and I must pray and struggle long ere I subdue it.
It is well that she is leaving to-morrow, for I could not well endure her presence for another day. This morning, she rose earlier than usual. I found her in the room alone, when I went down to breakfast.
"Oh Helen! is it you?" said she, turning as I entered.
I gave an involuntary start back on seeing her, at which she uttered a short laugh, observing,—
"I think we are both disappointed.
I came forward and busied myself with the breakfast-things.
