"You have saved my life: I have a pleasure in owing you so immense a debt. I cannot say more. Nothing else that has being would have been tolerable to me in the character of creditor for such an obligation: but you: it is different;- I feel your benefits no burden，Jane."

He paused; gazed at me: words almost visible trembled on his lips,- but his voice was checked.

"Good-night again，sir. There is no debt，benefit，burden，obligation，in the case."

"I knew," he continued，you would do me good in some way，at some time;- I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not"- (again he stopped)- "did not" (he proceeded hastily) "strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing.

people talk of natural sympathies; I have heard of good genii: there are grains of truth in the wildest fable. My cherished preserver，good-night!"

Strange energy was in his voice，strange fire in his look. "I am glad I happened to be awake," I said: and then I was going.

"What! you will go?"

"I am cold，sir."

"Cold? Yes,- and standing in a pool! Go，then，Jane; go!" But he still retained my hand，and I could not free it. I bethought myself of an expedient.

"I think I hear Mrs. Fairfax move，sir," said I.

"Well，leave me": he relaxed his fingers，and I was gone.

I regained my couch，but never thought of sleep. Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea，where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy. I thought sometimes I saw beyond its wild waters a shore，sweet as the hills of Beulah; and now and then a freshening gale，wakened by hope，bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it，even in fancy- a counteracting breeze blew off land，and continually drove me back.

Sense would resist delirium: judgment would warn passion. Too feverish to rest，I rose as soon as day dawned.