Young King, of Ravenna, a frank, handsome, high-spirited youth, had for a long time been at no pains to conceal his partiality; so far from that, he had sought many occasions to evince in a modest, manly way, his devotion.  His observing sister, Julia’s warm and admiring friend, had in vain looked wise, lifted her finger, and shaken her warning head at him.  He would inevitably have committed himself, had not the high-souled and generous Julia, by her frank, ingenuous woman’s way with him, made him see and feel in time the uselessness of a more ardent pursuit; and so content himself with the real luxury of her friendship.  The peril to him was great, and if for a time he was not unhappy, he had a grave and serious mood, that lasted many months.  She had a real woman’s warm, unselfish friendship for him, which has much of the sweetness and all the purity and unselfishness of a sister’s love; and all unconscious as she seemed, that he could wish for more or other, she succeeded in placing him in the position of a devoted and trusted friend.

Thorndyke, the fourth or fifth of aristocratic generations, of a good old colonial strain, elegant to a fault, and refined to uselessness, of tastes and pursuits that took him out of the ordinary atmosphere; languid more for the want of a spur, than from lack of nerve and ability; and unambitious for want of an object, rather than from want of power to climb, was really smothered by the softness and luxury of his surroundings, rather than reduced by the poverty and feebleness of his nature; had really the elements of manly strength and elevation, and had misfortune or poverty fallen upon him, early, he would undoubtedly have developed into a man of the higher type, like the first generations of his family.

Like every man he was struck as much as he could be, with Julia, and when he saw her in the rudeness of pioneer surroundings, he began by pitying her, and finally ended by pitying himself.  When it first occurred to him to carry her out of the woods, to the actual world, and real human life, he was not a little surprised.  She was not born in Boston, nor did her father’s family date back to the flood, but her mother’s did.  Indeed, that came over with it.

In revolving this grave matter, the only factors to be considered, were Mr. Thorndyke’s own judgment, taste and inclinations, and Julia has matured in these pages, to a small purpose, or Mr. T. was much less a man than I have supposed, if these parties should not finally unite in consenting to the alliance.  Of course, Miss Julia could be had, both of herself and parents, for the asking.  But his fastidious notions could alone be satisfied with a gentlemanly course of gradually warming and more devoted attentions, with all the forms and observances, so far as the disadvantages of her surroundings would permit.  It was some time in the last summer, that he had made up a definite judgment in the premises under which he commenced his lambent action.  During the autumn