--To love Miss Walton could not be a crime;--if to declare it
is one--the expiation will be made."--Her tears were now flowing
without control.--"Let me intreat you," said she, "to have better
hopes--Let not life be so indifferent to you; if my wishes can put
any value on it--I will not pretend to misunderstand you--I know
your worth--I have known it long--I have esteemed it--What would you
have me say?--I have loved it as it deserved."--He seized her hand--
a languid colour reddened his cheek--a smile brightened faintly in
his eye. As he gazed on her, it grew dim, it fixed, it closed--He
sighed and fell back on his seat--Miss Walton screamed at the sight-
-His aunt and the servants rushed into the room--They found them
lying motionless together.--His physician happened to call at that
instant. Every art was tried to recover them--With Miss Walton they
succeeded--But Harley was gone for ever.
CHAPTER LVI--THE EMOTIONS OF THE HEART
I entered the room where his body lay; I approached it with
reverence, not fear: I looked; the recollection of the past crowded
upon me. I saw that form which, but a little before, was animated
with a soul which did honour to humanity, stretched without sense or
feeling before me.
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