between them, and though satisfied he was not an object of aversion,
he knew as well that she had never betrayed any partiality for him.
Meanwhile, his own feelings were becoming interested, beyond, perhaps,
the power of control, the sooner, therefore, he weaned himself from
the delightful fascination, the better for his peace of mind.

Thomas Pownal was comparatively a stranger in the neighborhood, only
two or three months having elapsed since he had been sent by the
mercantile firm of Bloodgood, Pownal, & Co., of New York, to take
charge of a branch of their business at Hillsdale. Even in that short
space of time, by his affable manners and attention to business he had
won his way to the respect and esteem of the good people of the town,
and was looked upon as one likely to succeed in the lottery of life.
No one was more welcome, by reason of his amiable character, to those
of his own age, while his steadiness recommended him to his elders.
But his family was unknown, though he was supposed to be a distant
relation of the second member of the firm, nor had he any visible
means of subsistence except the very respectable salary, which, as
a confidential clerk, he received from his employers, on whom his
prospects of success depended. The chasm, therefore, betwixt the only
daughter of the wealthy Mr. Bernard and himself, was wide--wide enough
to check even an overweening confidence. But such it was not in the
nature of Pownal to feel. He was sensible of the full force of
the difficulties he had to encounter; to his modesty they seemed
insuperable, and he determined to drive from his heart a sentiment
that, in his despondency, he blamed himself for allowing to find a
place there.

It took him some days to form the resolution, and after it was formed,
it was not easy to carry it into effect. More than once he had been