all to his preconceived taste. Perhaps a touch of hypothetic jealousy now helped to heighten the effect. But he mastered all indiscretion, and only looked at her as he said,
"I am wondering whether you have any deep wishes and secrets that I can't guess."
"Pray don't speak of my wishes," said Esther, quite overmastered by this new and apparently involuntary manifestation in Harold; "I could not possibly tell you one at this moment—I think I shall never find them out again. O yes," she said, abruptly, struggling to relieve herself from the oppression of unintelligible feelings—"I do know one wish distinctly. I want to go and see my father. He writes me word that all is well with him, but still I want to see him."
"You shall be driven there when you like."
"May I go now—I mean as soon as it is convenient?" said Esther, rising.
"I will give the order immediately, if you wish it," said Harold, understanding that the audience was broken up.
