set it originally in a dark room adjoining; but the best authorities consider this downright scandal, he being young and a clergyman.
"Oliver, my child," said Mrs. Maylie, "where have you been, and why do you look so sad? There are tears stealing down your face at this moment. What is the matter?"
It is a world of disappointment—often to the hopes we most cherish, and hopes that do our nature the greatest honour.
Poor Dick was dead!