of recognition, or until my surprise should have passed away, and did not move while I ran her over with keen curiosity.  She was, probably, of my own age, though her self-possession might have stamped her as much older; but the bloom of her cheek and her bosom just ripening were indices of a girl’s year’s.  She raised her eyes at length and bade me good afternoon in a voice which reminded me of the faintest lullaby.  The quiet tone was seconded by an assuring glance, and directly we were conversing without restraint, as if friends of years rather than acquaintances of an hour.

“Heraine was the impersonation of composure.  The neutral tint of dress corresponded with the smooth tresses of her brown hair.  Her touch was magnetic, and petulancy vanished at her smile as at a charm.  Her intelligence was, doubtless, the secret of her power.  She divined my moods without inquiry, and cheered them without effort.  She led me out of the unhealthy atmosphere engendered by my sensitiveness, and I sometimes forgot my disability for hours.  She was as good as she was capable, and as amiable as she was resolute.  We fraternized immediately, and I felt all the newness of a regenerated life.  My temperament was fitful as of yore, but the gloomy spectres vanished; and my attention being weaned from the slighter occurrences of nature, I was no longer racked by their tremors and jars.  The soft face of Heraine seemed to hush all chaos, and when she smiled I thought that the very earth had ceased to roll.  When her large liquid eyes were fully opened upon me, I seemed to be looking into the hungry blue of the sky, and carried aloft by the look beyond the influence of matter.  For the moment my nerves grew numb, the compass of my senses narrowed to her wondrous face, and the fetters which bound me to it were forged of gold.

“The months went by like the stars, which wheel eternally, but seem motionless as we watch them.  Sometimes we read aloud, but our voices were low and lulling, as if quieter than silence.  Then we talked of my calm paintings, shadowing deeper lonelinesses in them.  But it was my highest rapture to sit in stillness for hours while Heraine, cushioned at my feet, made cunning embroideries, like some facile poet whose fingers were dropping rhymes.

“I remarked that our conversations were progressive.  My companion led me gradually into forbidden themes, as if to strengthen and embolden me.  We went forth, in fancy, from our shadowy chamber, through deep groves, into twilights, beneath soft skies, even into the glare of the sun, and, at last, among the storms and the seas.  I may have quivered, but I was not shocked; for the wrack and roar of the universe were drowned in the quietness of her voice.  Then we walked abroad a little way, and, though pained, I endured; for she did not abuse these successes.  She had travelled in far countries, and often read me friendly letters which attested how well the world esteemed her.  Sometimes her acquaintances came to the house, but never to my room; and once or twice she was absent a whole day, when my nervousness returned.  There was one correspondent whose missives were never read to me—­a fine, bold hand, which at length became familiar.  Their receipt pleased her, I thought, and once I ventured to say,