"You might have spared yourself the trouble of delivering that tirade," answered Georgiana. "Everybody knows you are the most selfish，heartless creature in existence: and I know your spiteful hatred towards me: I have had a specimen of it before in the trick you played me about Lord Edwin Vere: you could not bear me to be raised above you，to have a title，to be received into circles where you dare not show your face，and so you acted the spy and informer，and ruined my prospects for ever." Georgiana took out her handkerchief and blew her nose for an hour afterwards; Eliza sat cold，impassible，and assiduously industrious.

True，generous feeling is made small account of by some，but here were two natures rendered，the one intolerably acrid，the other despicably savourless for the want of it. Feeling without judgment is a washy draught indeed; but judgment untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.

It was a wet and windy afternoon: Georgiana had fallen asleep on the sofa over the perusal of a novel; Eliza was gone to attend a saint"s-day service at the new church- for in matters of religion she was a rigid formalist: no weather ever prevented the punctual discharge of what she considered her devotional duties; fair or foul，she went to church thrice every Sunday，and as often on week-days as there were prayers.

I bethought myself to go upstairs and see how the dying woman sped，who lay there almost unheeded: the very servants paid her but a remittent attention: the hired nurse，being little looked after，would slip out of the room whenever she could. Bessie was faithful; but she had her own family to mind，and could only e occasionally to the hall. I found the sick-room unwatched，as I had expected: no nurse was there; the patient lay still，and seemingly lethargic; her livid face sunk in the pillows: the fire was dying in the grate. I renewed the fuel，re-arranged the bedclothes，gazed awhile on her who could not now gaze on me，and then I moved away to the window.

The rain beat strongly against the panes，the wind blew tempestuously: "One lies there," I thought，"who will soon be beyond the war of earthly elements. Whither will that spirit- now struggling to quit its material tenement- flit when at length released?"