Butinsayingthis，shelookedbackatLordLowborough，whowasstandingalittlebehind，leaningagainstthebackofachair——anattentivelistener，too，experiencing，tojudgebyhiscountenance，muchthesamefeelingsofmingledpleasureandsadnessasIdid。Butthelookshegavehimplainlysaid，`Doyouchooseformenow：Ihavedoneenoughforhim，andwillgladlyexertmyselftogratifyyou’；andthusencouraged，hislordshipcameforward，andturningoverthemusic，presentlysetbeforeheralittlesongthatIhadnoticedbefore，andreadmorethanonce，withaninterestarisingfromthecircumstanceofmyconnectingitinmymindwiththereigningtyrantofmythoughts。Andnowwithmynervesalreadyexcitedandhalfunstrung，Icouldnothearthosewordssosweetlywarbledforth，withoutsomesymptomsofemotionIwasnotabletosuppress，Tearsroseunbiddentomyeyes，andIburiedmyfaceinthesofa-pillowthattheymightflowunseenwhileIlistened。Theairwassimple，sweet，andsad；itisstillrunninginmyhead，——andsoarethewords：——>`Farewelltothee！butnotfarewellToallmyfondestthoughtsofthee：Withinmyhearttheystillshalldwell；Andtheyshallcheerandcomfortme。Oh，beautiful，andfullofgrace！Ifthouhadstnevermetmineeye，IhadnotdreamedalivingfaceCouldfanciedcharmssofaroutvie。IfImayne’erbeholdagainThatformandface，sodeartome。Norhearthyvoice，stillwouldIfainPreserve，foraye，theirmemory。Thatvoice，themagicofwhosetoneCanwakeanechoinmybreast，Creatingfeelingsthat，alone，Canmakemytrancedspiritblest。Thatlaughingeye，whosesunnybeamMymemorywouldnotcherishless；——Andoh，thatsmile！whosejoyousgleamNomortallanguishcanexpress。Adieu！butletmecherish，still，ThehopewithwhichIcannotpart。Contemptmaywound，andcoldnesschill，Butstillitlingersinmyheart，AndwhocantellbutHeaven，atlast，Mayanswerallmythousandprayers，AndbidthefuturepaythepastWithjoyforanguish，smilesfortears？’Whenitceased，Ilongedfornothingsomuchastobeoutoftheroom。

　　Thesofawasnotfarfromthedoor，butIdidnotdaretoraisemyhead，forIknewMrHuntingdonwasstandingnearme，andIknewbythesoundofhisvoice，ashespokeinanswertosomeremarkofLordLowborough’s，thathisfacewasturnedtowardsme。Perhapsahalfsuppressedsobhadcaughthisear，andcausedhimtolookround——Heavenforbid！But，withaviolenteffort，Icheckedallfurthersignsofweakness，driedmytears，and，whenIthoughthehadturnedawayagain，rose，andinstantlylefttheapartment，takingrefugeinmyfavouriteresort，thelibrary。

　　Therewasnolighttherebutthefaintredglowoftheneglectedfire；——butIdidnotwantalight；Ionlywantedtoindulgemythoughts，unnoticedandundisturbed；andsittingdownonalobstoolbeforetheeasychair，Isunkmyheaduponitscushionedseat，andthought，andthought，untilthetearsgushedoutagain，andIweptlikeanychild。Presently，however，thedoorwasgentlyopenedandsomeoneenteredtheroom。Itrusteditwasonlyaservant，anddidnotstir。Thedoorwasclosedagain——butIwasnotalone：ahandgentlytouchedmyshoulder，andavoicesaid，softly——

　　`Helen，whatisthematter？’

　　Icouldnotansweratthemoment。

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