so impiously forsake and injure one so transcendently—well, I won't speak of it. But tell me, do you never think of revenge?"
"Revenge! No—what good would that do—it would make him no better, and me no happier?"
"I don't know how to talk to you, Mrs. Huntington," said he smiling; "you are only half a woman—your nature must be half human, half angelic. Such goodness overawes me; I don't know what to make of it."
"Then sir, I fear you must be very much worse than you should be, if I, a mere ordinary mortal, am by your own confession, so vastly your superior;—and since there exists so little sympathy between us, I think we had better each look out for some more congenial companion." And forthwith moving to the window, I began to look out for my little son and his gay young friend.
"No, I am the ordinary mortal, I maintain," replied Mr. Hargrave. "I will not allow my-
