"That brother of mine cherishes peculiar views of some sort respecting you，I am sure: he has long distinguished you by a notice and interest he never showed to any one else- to what end? I wish he loved you- does he，Jane?"

I put her cool hand to my hot forehead; "No，Die，not one whit."

"Then why does he follow you so with his eyes，and get you so frequently alone with him，and keep you so continually at his side?

Mary and I had both concluded he wished you to marry him."

"He does- he has asked me to be his wife."

Diana clapped her hands. "That is just what we hoped and thought!

And you will marry him，Jane，won"t you? And then he will stay in England."

"Far from that，Diana; his sole idea in proposing to me is to procure a fitting fellow-labourer in his Indian toils."

"What! He wishes you to go to India?"

"Yes."

"Madness!" she exclaimed. "You would not live three months there，I am certain. You never shall go: you have not consented，have you，Jane?"

"I have refused to marry him-"

"And have consequently displeased him?" she suggested.

"Deeply: he will never forgive me，I fear: yet I offered to acpany him as his sister."

"It was frantic folly to do so，Jane. Think of the task you undertook- one of incessant fatigue，where fatigue kills even the strong，and you are weak. St. John- you know him- would urge you to impossibilities: with him there would be no permission to rest during the hot hours; and unfortunately，I have noticed，whatever he exacts，you force yourself to perform. I am astonished you found courage to refuse his hand. You do not love him then，Jane?"

"Not as a husband."