if i could explain to you all this, and all that a man can bear and do, and glories to do, for the sake of these treasures of his existence!

i speak, you know, only of such men as have hearts!" pressing his own with emotion.

"oh!" cried anne eagerly, "i hope i do justice to all that is felt by you, and by those who resemble you. god forbid that i should undervalue the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures!

i should deserve utter contempt if i dared to suppose that true attachment and constancy were known only by woman. no, i believe you capable of everything great and good in your married lives. i believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance, so long as-if i may be allowed the expression-so long as you have an object. i mean while the woman you love lives, and lives for you.

all the privilege i claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one; you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone."

she could not immediately have uttered another sentence; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed.

"you are a good soul," cried captain harville, putting his hand on her arm, quite affectionately. "there is no quarrelling with you.

and when i think of benwick, my tongue is tied."

their attention was called towards the others. mrs croft was taking leave.

"here, frederick, you and i part company, i believe," said she.

"i am going home, and you have an engagement with your friend.

to-night we may have the pleasure of all meeting again at your party," (turning to anne.) "we had your sister's card yesterday, and i understood frederick had a card too, though i did not see it; and you are disengaged, frederick, are you not, as well as ourselves?"

captain wentworth was folding up a letter in great haste, and either could not or would not answer fully.

"yes," said he, "very true; here we separate, but harville and i shall soon be after you; that is, harville, if you are ready, i am in half a minute. i know you will not be sorry to be off.

i shall be at your service in half a minute."

mrs croft left them, and captain wentworth, having sealed his letter with great rapidity, was indeed ready, and had even a hurried, agitated air, which shewed impatience to be gone. anne knew not how to understand it. she had the kindest "good morning, god bless you!" from captain harville, but from him not a word, nor a look!

he had passed out of the room without a look!

she had only time, however, to move closer to the table where he had been writing, when footsteps were heard returning; the door opened, it was himself. he begged their pardon, but he had forgotten his gloves, and instantly crossing the room to the writing table, he drew out a letter from under the scattered paper, placed it before anne with eyes of glowing entreaty fixed on her for a time, and hastily collecting his gloves, was again out of the room, almost before mrs musgrove was aware of his being in it: the work of an instant!

the revolution which one instant had made in anne, was almost beyond expression. the letter, with a direction hardly legible, to "miss a. e.-," was evidently the one which he had been folding so hastily. while supposed to be writing only to captain benwick, he had been also addressing her! on the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. anything was possible, anything might be defied rather than suspense. mrs musgrove had little arrangements of her own at her own table; to their protection she must trust, and sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words:

"i can listen no longer in silence. i must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope. tell me not that i am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. i offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. i have loved none but you.

unjust i may have been, weak and resentful i have been, but never inconstant. you alone have brought me to bath.

for you alone, i think and plan. have you not seen this?

can you fail to have understood my wishes? i had not waited even these ten days, could i have read your feelings, as i think you must have penetrated mine. i can hardly write. i am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. you sink your voice, but i can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others.

too good, too excellent creature! you do us justice, indeed.

you do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men.

believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in f. w.

"i must go, uncertain of my fate; but i shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. a word, a look, will be enough to decide whether i enter your father's house this evening or never."

such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. half and hour's solitude and reflection might have tranquillized her; but the ten minutes only which now passed before she was interrupted, with all the restraints of her situation, could do nothing towards tranquillity. every moment rather brought fresh agitation. it was overpowering happiness.

and before she was beyond the first stage of full sensation, charles, mary, and henrietta all came in.

the absolute necessity of seeming like herself produced then an immediate struggle; but after a while she could do no more.

she began not to understand a word they said, and was obliged to plead indisposition and excuse herself. they could then see that she looked very ill, were shocked and concerned, and would not stir without her for the world. this was dreadful. would they only have gone away, and left her in the quiet possession of that room it would have been her cure; but to have them all standing or waiting around her was distracting, and in desperation, she said she would go home.

"by all means, my dear," cried mrs musgrove, "go home directly, and take care of yourself, that you may be fit for the evening.

i wish sarah was here to doctor you, but i am no doctor myself.

charles, ring and order a chair. she must not walk."

but the chair would never do. worse than all! to lose the possibility of speaking two words to captain wentworth in the course of her quiet, solitary progress up the town (and she felt almost certain of meeting him) could not be borne. the chair was earnestly protested against, and mrs musgrove, who thought only of one sort of illness, having assured herself with some anxiety, that there had been no fall in the case; that anne had not at any time lately slipped down, and got a blow on her head; that she was perfectly convinced of having had no fall; could part with her cheerfully, and depend on finding her better at night.

anxious to omit no possible precaution, anne struggled, and said-"i am afraid, ma'am, that it is not perfectly understood.

pray be so good as to mention to the other gentlemen that we hope to see your whole party this evening. i am afraid there had been some mistake; and i wish you particularly to assure captain harville and captain wentworth, that we hope to see them both."

"oh! my dear, it is quite understood, i give you my word.

captain harville has no thought but of going."

"do you think so? but i am afraid; and i should be so very sorry.

will you promise me to mention it, when you see them again?

you will see them both this morning, i dare say. do promise me."

"to be sure i will, if you wish it. charles, if you see captain harville anywhere, remember to give miss anne's message. but indeed, my dear, you need not be uneasy. captain harville holds himself quite engaged, i'll answer for it; and captain wentworth the same, i dare say."

anne could do no more; but her heart prophesied some mischance to damp the perfection of her felicity. it could not be very lasting, however. even if he did not come to camden place himself, it would be in her power to send an intelligible sentence by captain harville. another momentary vexation occurred.

charles, in his real concern and good nature, would go home with her; there was no preventing him. this was almost cruel. but she could not be long ungrateful; he was sacrificing an engagement at a gunsmith's, to be of use to her; and she set off with him, with no feeling but gratitude apparent.

they were on union street, when a quicker step behind, a something of familiar sound, gave her two moments' preparation for the sight of captain wentworth. he joined them; but, as if irresolute whether to join or to pass on, said nothing, only looked.

anne could command herself enough to receive that look, and not repulsively. the cheeks which had been pale now glowed, and the movements which had hesitated were decided. he walked by her side.

presently, struck by a sudden thought, charles said-"captain wentworth, which way are you going? only to gay street, or farther up the town?"

"i hardly know," replied captain wentworth, surprised.

"are you going as high as belmont? are you going near camden place?

because, if you are, i shall have no scruple in asking you to take my place, and give anne your arm to her father's door.

she is rather done for this morning, and must not go so far without help, and i ought to be at that fellow's in the market place.

he promised me the sight of a capital gun he is just going to send off; said he would keep it unpacked to the last possible moment, that i might see it; and if i do not turn back now, i have no chance.

by his description, a good deal like the second size double-barrel of mine, which you shot with one day round winthrop."

there could not be an objection. there could be only the most proper alacrity, a most obliging compliance for public view; and smiles reined in and spirits dancing in private rapture.

in half a minute charles was at the bottom of union street again, and the other two proceeding together: and soon words enough had passed between them to decide their direction towards the comparatively quiet and retired gravel walk, where the power of conversation would make the present hour a blessing indeed, and prepare it for all the immortality which the happiest recollections of their own future lives could bestow. there they exchanged again those feelings and those promises which had once before seemed to secure everything, but which had been followed by so many, many years of division and estrangement. there they returned again into the past, more exquisitely happy, perhaps, in their re-union, than when it had been first projected; more tender, more tried, more fixed in a knowledge of each other's character, truth, and attachment; more equal to act, more justified in acting. and there, as they slowly paced the gradual ascent, heedless of every group around them, seeing neither sauntering politicians, bustling housekeepers, flirting girls, nor nursery-maids and children, they could indulge in those retrospections and acknowledgements, and especially in those explanations of what had directly preceded the present moment, which were so poignant and so ceaseless in interest. all the little variations of the last week were gone through; and of yesterday and today there could scarcely be an end.

she had not mistaken him. jealousy of mr elliot had been the retarding weight, the doubt, the torment. that had begun to operate in the very hour of first meeting her in bath; that had returned, after a short suspension, to ruin the concert; and that had influenced him in everything he had said and done, or omitted to say and do, in the last four-and-twenty hours. it had been gradually yielding to the better hopes which her looks, or words, or actions occasionally encouraged; it had been vanquished at last by those sentiments and those tones which had reached him while she talked with captain harville; and under the irresistible governance of which he had seized a sheet of paper, and poured out his feelings.

of what he had then written, nothing was to be retracted or qualified.

he persisted in having loved none but her. she had never been supplanted.

he never even believed himself to see her equal. thus much indeed he was obliged to acknowledge: that he had been constant unconsciously, nay unintentionally; that he had meant to forget her, and believed it to be done. he had imagined himself indifferent, when he had only been angry; and he had been unjust to her merits, because he had been a sufferer from them. her character was now fixed on his mind as perfection itself, maintaining the loveliest medium of fortitude and gentleness; but he was obliged to acknowledge that only at uppercross had he learnt to do her justice, and only at lyme had he begun to understand himself. at lyme, he had received lessons of more than one sort. the passing admiration of mr elliot had at least roused him, and the scenes on the cobb and at captain harville's had fixed her superiority.

in his preceding attempts to attach himself to louisa musgrove (the attempts of angry pride), he protested that he had for ever felt it to be impossible; that he had not cared, could not care, for louisa; though till that day, till the leisure for reflection which followed it, he had not understood the perfect excellence of the mind with which louisa's could so ill bear a comparison, or the perfect unrivalled hold it possessed over his own.

there, he had learnt to distinguish between the steadiness of principle and the obstinacy of self-will, between the darings of heedlessness and the resolution of a collected mind. there he had seen everything to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost; and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.

from that period his penance had become severe. he had no sooner been free from the horror and remorse attending the first few days of louisa's accident, no sooner begun to feel himself alive again, than he had begun to feel himself, though alive, not at liberty.

"i found," said he, "that i was considered by harville an engaged man!

that neither harville nor his wife entertained a doubt of our mutual attachment. i was startled and shocked. to a degree, i could contradict this instantly; but, when i began to reflect that others might have felt the same-her own family, nay, perhaps herself-i was no longer at my own disposal. i was hers in honour if she wished it. i had been unguarded. i had not thought seriously on this subject before. i had not considered that my excessive intimacy must have its danger of ill consequence in many ways; and that i had no right to be trying whether i could attach myself to either of the girls, at the risk of raising even an unpleasant report, were there no other ill effects. i had been grossly wrong, and must abide the consequences."