I cannot think of sorrow now: and doubt
If e'er I felt it--'tis so dazzled from
My memory by this oblivious transport.

BYRON


"Here come that strange old man," said Felix, the next morning,
looking out of the kitchen window, which commanded a view of the road.
"I do believe he's bewitched the boss."

Rosa, to whom the remark was addressed, ran to the window, and saw the
Recluse coming up the street.

"I'm 'stonished," she said, "that Mr. Armstrong and Miss Faith give
so much encouragement to these low pussons. They always take so much
liberty."

"Give 'em an inch and they take two feet," said Felix. "I wish his
two feet take him away from this house for the last time," he added,
laughing.

"Ha, ha, ha, you so 'musing Felix," said Rosa. "There is something too
very genteel in your laugh."

"You do me proud, sweet Rosa," answered Felix, bowing with his hand
upon his breast.

Holden was no favorite of the black. The well-dressed and well-fed