"From the interest you take in the progress of my acquaintance with the lady, and the changes of my opinion concerning her, I thought you might be jealous."
He laughed again. "Jealous! no—But I thought you were going to marry Eliza Millward."
"You thought wrong then; I am not going to marry either one or the other—that I know of."
"Then I think you'd better let them alone."
"Are you going to marry Jane Wilson?"
He coloured, and played with the mane again, but answered,—
"No, I think not."
"Then you had better let her alone."
She won't let me alone—he might have said; but he only looked silly and said nothing for the space of half a minute, and then, made another attempt to turn the conversation; and, this time, I let it pass; for he had borne enough: another word on the subject would
