The Tenants of Malory

roves, some art

tments that may

me, and then I

hings. I had a cup of tea, and we talked about it, for half-an-hour, until I had got my ideas well before him. A very able man, a brilliant person, and seemed-he appeared to go with me-about it-and very well up upon our history-and things-and-and-looking at you, it struck me-you're looking a good deal cut up, about it-and-and as if you were doing too much. And I said, you know, you were to look about, and see if there was any young person you liked-that was suitable-and-that kind of thing; but you know you must not fatig

ays too good

opinion. Knowledge is power, and money is power, though in different ways; that was always my idea. What I want to impress on your mind, however, at this moment, particularl

sentence lifted a load from his burthen, or cut asunder some knot in the cordage of his bonds

s to understand pretty distinctly from what fountain he had drawn his inspiration, and promised them better things still, now that he had got him fairly in harness, and had him into his library, and they put their heads together; and he thought h

throat emitted good speeches, and everyone knew where the head was.

him out in those moods which used to call for honest Tom Sedley, when they ran down the river together to Greenwich, when Cleve wa

shyness. Tom had learned a secret, which he had not confided to him. He knew he was safe in Tom Sedley's

down again to Cardyllian. Miss Charity welcomed him with her accustomed emphas

r, and, as it seemed, careless quite whether he was there or not, although he could never charge her with positive unkindness, much less with rudeness. He wis

thinking only whether Agnes, who sat silent at her work, liked his stories and was amused by his fun; and went away elated fo

h of her tambour-work. You could hear Tom's breathing. He fancied she might hear the beating of his heart. He was ashamed of his

lf into any evasion of that truth-a tyrant truth that had ruled him mercilessly; and there was she pining for love of quite another, and

, and make jokes, and be agreeable, with a heavy and strangely suffering heart, and feel himself every day more and more in love with her, when he knew that

o one else in the field, and his opportunities unlimited. He ha

een?" said Tom to Charity, and listening for a word from Agne

ery nice; and there is no w

-day, I think, and I have

t would do you good; and Thomas Sedley

pleaded To

oking out of the window, and, makin

obstinate," re

ticularly-I mean you, Charrie-and Mr. Sedley, I know, will excuse me, for I really feel that

e, and if you don't you can stay where you are. But I wish you would not

diately, and have to bring you back again; and I've really grown interes

ou are such a goose, Agnes," said

ut of the window-longing to speak, his heart being full, ye

the old trees in the foreground-over the tops of the sloping forest, with the back-ground of the grand Welsh mounta

ean, why do you like always to sit there?" He spoke in as careless a way as

ways, and when one is accustomed to a par

worked and hummed very faintly a little air, and Tom's heart

ed that view?" said Tom Se

ked out

t's very

I believe, the prettiest view you have," said Tom

r," she assent

ew," continued Sedle

king out for a moment again. "If one knew exactly what ro

you define

really don't t

t does sur

ore clever than I,

assure you-and I'm a dull fellow, and I know it quite

finable, and that is the real difficulty. You can't describe the perfume of a violet, but y

than the romance of that

tle laugh, and began again with a grave face to stitch

es of Ware, and just that towe

through her windo

ould put my hero in that Castle of Ware-that is, if I could invent a r

on't you think a romance ought to resemble reality a little; and do you ever find such a monster as a hero in the world? I don't expect to see one, I know

of looking still upon the landscape which they had been discussing, was really looking,

, and bearing an alpaca umbrella, such as few

and with these words the worthy girl led forth my friend Tom, and as they passed the corner of the

uppose. How selfish and odious any trifling with a girl's affections is;" and then aloud to Charity, walking

nk he has behaved odiously. She's very odd; she doesn't choose to confide in me. I don't think it's nice or kind of her, bu

y," said Tom Sedle

escent a few months since, now in deep shadow under the airy canopy of transparent leaves, and in to

Mr. Cleve Vern

did. I have not latel

ey, that he will ever come for

f anything of the kind. In fact, I should be deceiving

s not sorry to have an opportunity of testifying to this fact, and putting

Charity, flushing brightly, "

d finding that expostulation involved him in a risk of a

e Green, disappointed and bereft. Was not Charity Agnes's sister? While he walked with her, he could talk of Agnes. He was still in the halo of Hazelden, and near Agnes. But now he was adrift, in the dark. He sat down, looking toward the upland woods that indicate Hazelden, and sighe