suffering, when should I ever feel it as I should to-night? It is a struggle," said Rose, "but one I am proud to make; it is a pang, but one my heart shall bear."
"The disclosure of to-night—" Harry began.
"The disclosure of to-night," replied Rose softly, "leaves me in the same position, with reference to you, as that in which I stood before."
"You harden your heart against me, Rose," urged her lover.
"Oh, Harry, Harry," said the young lady, bursting into tears, "I wish I could, and spare myself this pain."
"Then why inflict it on yourself?" said Harry, taking her hand. "Think, dear Rose, think what you have heard to-night."
"And what have I heard! what have I heard!" cried Rose. "That a sense of his deep disgrace so worked upon my own father that he shunned all—there, we have said enough, Harry, we have said enough."
"Not yet, not yet," said the young man, detaining her as she rose. "My hopes, my wishes,
