then　she　would　pout　like　a　disappointed　child；　a　pensive　cloud　would　soften　her　radiant　vivacity；　she　would　withdraw　her　hand　hastily　from　his；　and　turn　in　transient　petulance　from　his　aspect；　at　once　so　heroic　and　so　martyr…like。　St。　John；　no　doubt；　would　have　given　the　world　to　follow；　recall；　retain　her；　when　she　thus　left　him；　but　he　would　not　give　one　chance　of　heaven；　nor　relinquish；　for　the　elysium　of　her　love；　one　hope　of　the　true；　eternal　Paradise。　Besides；　he　could　not　bind　all　that　he　had　in　his　nature—the　rover；　the　aspirant；　the　poet；　the　priest—in　the　limits　of　a　single　passion。　He　could　not—he　would　not—renounce　his　wild　field　of　mission　warfare　for　the　parlours　and　the　peace　of　Vale　Hall。　I　learnt　so　much　from　himself　in　an　inroad　I　once；　despite　his　reserve；　had　the　daring　to　make　on　his　confidence。

Miss　Oliver　already　honoured　me　y　cottage。　I　had　learnt　her　whole　character；　which　was　without　mystery　or　disguise：　she　was　coquettish　but　not　heartless；　exacting；　but　not　worthlessly　selfish。　She　had　been　indulged　from　her　birth；　but　was　not　absolutely　spoilt。　She　was　hasty；　but　good…humoured；　vain　（she　could　not　help　it；　when　every　glance　in　the　glass　showed　her　such　a　flush　of　loveliness）；　but　not　affected；　liberal…handed；　innocent　of　the　pride　of　wealth；　ingenuous；　sufficiently　intelligent；　gay；　lively；　and　unthinking：　she　was　very　charming；　in　short；　even　to　a　cool　observer　of　her　own　sex　like　me；　but　she　was　not　profoundly　interesting　or　thoroughly　im