"Now for the hitch in Jane's character," he said at last, speaking

more calmly than from his look I had expected him to speak. "The

reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there

would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is. Now for vexation, and

exasperation, and endless trouble! By God! I long to exert a

fraction of Samson's strength, and break the entanglement like tow!"

He recommenced his walk, but soon again stopped, and this time just

before me.

"Jane! will you hear reason?" (he stooped and approached his lips to

my ear); "because, if you won't, I'll try violence." His voice was

hoarse; his look that of a man who is just about to burst an

insufferable bond and plunge headlong into wild license. I saw that

in another moment, and with one impetus of frenzy more, I should be

able to do nothing with him. The present--the passing second of

time--was all I had in which to control and restrain him--a movement

of repulsion, flight, fear would have sealed my doom,--and his. But

I was not afraid: not in the least. I felt an inward power; a

sense of influence, which supported me. The crisis was perilous;

but not without its charm: such as the Indian, perhaps, feels when

he slips over the rapid in his canoe. I took hold of his clenched

hand, loosened the contorted fingers, and said to him, soothingly "Sit down; I'll talk to you as long as you like, and hear all you

have to say, whether reasonable or unreasonable."

He sat down: but he did not get leave to speak directly. I had

been struggling with tears for some time: I had taken great pains

to repress them, because I knew he would not like to see me weep.

Now, however, I considered it well to let them flow as freely and as

long as they liked. If the flood annoyed him, so much the better.

So I gave way and cried heartily.

Soon I heard him earnestly entreating me to be composed. I said I

could not while he was in such a passion.

"But I am not angry, Jane: I only love you too well; and you had

steeled your little pale face with such a resolute, frozen look, I

could not endure it. Hush, now, and wipe your eyes."

His softened voice announced that he was subdued; so I, in my turn,

became calm. Now he made an effort to rest his head on my shoulder,

but I would not permit it. Then he would draw me to him: no.




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