off together!—'Tis just what I required, to 'spur my almost blunted purpose!—'"

Ellis, beckoned by Mr. Naird, now appeared.

Elinor was struck with astonishment; and her air lost something of its wildness. "Is Harleigh," she cried, "here too?"

Ellis durst not reply; nor, still less, deliver the letter; which she dropt unseen upon a table.

Amazed at this silence, Elinor repeated her enquiries: "Why does he not come to me? Why will he not answer me?"

"Nay, I should think it a little odd, myself," said Mr. Naird, "if I did not take into consideration, that our hearing requires an approximation that our wishes can do without."

"Is he not yet arrived, then?—Impenetrable Harleigh! And can he sleep? O noble heart of marble! polished, white, exquisite—but unyielding!—Ellis, send to him yourself! Call him to