`I am sure,' said the gentleman, rubbing his forehead again; and drumming on the table as before, `I have good reason to believe that a jog-trot life, the same from day to day, would reconcile one to anything. One don't see anything, one don't hear anything, one don't know anything; that's the fact. We go on taking everything for granted, and so we go on, until whatever we do, good, bad, or indifferent, we do from habit. Habit is all I shall have to report, when I am called upon to plead to my conscience, on my death-bed. "Habit," says I; "I was deaf, dumb, blind, and paralytic, to a million things, from habit." "Very business-like indeed, Mr. What's-your-name," says Conscience, "but it won't do here!"'

The gentleman got up and walked to the window again and back: seriously uneasy, though giving his uneasiness this peculiar expression.

`Miss Harriet,' he said, resuming his chair, `I wish you would let me serve you. Look at me; I ought to look honest, for I know I am so, at present. Do I?'

`Yes,' she answered with a smile.

`I believe every word you have said,' he returned. `I am full of self-reproach that I might have known this and seen this, and known you and seen you, any time these dozen years, and that I never have. I hardly know how I ever got here--creature that I am, not only of my own habit, but of other people's!But having done so, let me do something. I ask it in all honour and respect. You inspire me with both, in the highest degree. Let me do something.'

`We are contented, Sir.'

`No, no, not quite,' returned the gentleman. `I think not quite. There are some little comforts that might smooth your life, and his. And his!' he repeated, fancying that had made some impression on her. `I have been in the habit of thinking that there was nothing wanting to be done for him; that it was all settled and over; in short, of not thinking at all about it. I am different now. Let me do something for him. You too,' said the visitor, with careful delicacy, `have need to watch your health closely, for his sake, and I fear it fails.'

`Whoever you may be, Sir,' answered Harriet, raising her eyes to his face, `I am deeply grateful to you. I feel certain that in all you say, you have no object in the world but kindness to us. But years have passed since we began this life; and to take from my brother any part of what has so endeared him to me, and so proved his better resolution--any fragment of the merit of his unassisted, obscure, and forgotten reparation--would be to diminish the comfort it will be to him and me, when that time comes to each of us, of which you spoke just now. I thank you better with these tears than any words. Believe it, pray.'

The gentleman was moved, and put the hand she held out, to his lips, much as a tender father might kiss the hand of a dutiful child. But more reverently.

`If the day should ever come,' said Harriet, `when he is restored, in part, to the position he lost'

`Restored!' cried the gentleman, quickly. `How can that be hoped for? In whose hands does the power of any restoration lie? It is no mistake of mine, surely, to suppose that his having gained the priceless blessing of his life, is one cause of the animosity shown to him by his brother.'

`You touch upon a subject that is never breathed between us; not even between us,' said Harriet.

`I beg your forgiveness,' said the visitor. `I should have known it. I entreat to you to forget that I have done so, inadvertently. And now, as I dare urge no more--as I am no sure that I have a right to do so-- though Heaven knows, even that doubt may be habit,' said the gentleman, rubbing his head, as despondently as before, `let me; though a stranger, yet no stranger; ask two favours.'

`What are they?' she inquired.