ETHEL CHURCHILL.
117
his uncle. It was almost sacrilege to mention Ethel's name with a chance even of sarcasm or of blame.
Cato's a proper person
To intrust a love tale with!'
So he kept his thoughts "in their sweet silence;" and when Lord Norbourne returned to the house, long did he linger by that lonely lake, recalling a thousand looks and words which, lovely as they seemed at the time, grew even lovelier thus remembered. What impossible things inconstancy or indifference appeared to Norbourne! Never did young worshipper more devoutly believe in the divinity of love.
"For nothing in this wide world would I give up my sweet Ethel." It was almost like parting with herself when he left the lake-side.
