“I saw all that occurred, and may God preserve me from ever witnessing another murder so revolting!”

In the silence that ensued she turned toward Mrs. Murray, bowed, and said as she quitted the parlor: 

“Mrs. Murray, as I am not very well, you will please excuse my retiring early.”

“Just what you deserve for bringing the subject on tapis; I warned you not to allude to it.”  As St. Elmo muttered these words, he pushed Estelle from him, and nodded to Mr. Allston, who seemed as nearly nonplussed as his habitual impudence rendered possible.

Thoroughly dissatisfied with herself, and too restless to sleep, the orphan passed the weary hours of the night in endeavoring to complete a chapter on Buddhism, which she had commenced some days before; and the birds were chirping their reveille, and the sky blanched and reddened ere she lay down her pen and locked up her Ms. Throwing open the blinds of the eastern window, she stood for some time looking out, gathering strength from the holy calm of the dewy morning, resolving to watch her own heart ceaselessly, to crush promptly the feeling she had found there, and to devote herself unreservedly to her studies.  At that moment the sound of horse’s hoofs on the stony walk attracted her attention, and she saw Mr. Murray riding from the stables.  As he passed her window, he glanced up, their eyes met, and he lifted his hat and rode on.  Were those the same sinister, sneering features she had looked at the evening before?  His face was paler, sterner, and sadder than she had ever seen it, and, covering her own with her hands, she murmured: 

“God help me to resist that man’s wicked magnetism!  Oh, Grandpa! are you looking down on your poor little Pearl?  Will you forgive me for allowing myself ever to have thought kindly and tenderly of this strange temptation which Satan has sent to draw my heart away from my God and my duty?  Ah, Grandpa!  I will crush it—­I will conquer it!  I will not yield!”

CHAPTER XVII.

Avoiding as much as possible the society of Mrs. Murray’s guests, as well as that of her son, Edna turned to her books with increased energy and steadfastness, while her manner was marked by a studied reticence hitherto unnoticed.  The house was thronged with visitors, and families residing in the neighborhood were frequently invited to dinner; but the orphan generally contrived on these occasions to have an engagement at the parsonage; and as Mrs. Murray no longer required, or seemed to desire her presence, she spent much of her time alone, and rarely saw the members of the household, except at breakfast.  She noticed that Mr. Allston either felt or feigned unbounded admiration for Estelle, who graciously received his devoted attentions; while Mr. Murray now and then sneered openly at both, and appeared daily more impatient to quit the home, of which he spoke with undisguised disgust.  As day after day and week after week slipped by without bringing tidings of Edna’s Ms., her heart became oppressed with anxious forebodings, and she found it difficult to wait patiently for the verdict upon which hung all her hopes.