Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.

Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.

The last few hours were certainly very painful," replied Anne: "but when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure. One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering-

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.

Thus much indeed he was obliged to acknowledge - that he had been constant unconsciously, nay unintentionally; that he had meant to forget her, and believed it to be done. He had imagined himself indifferent, when he had only been angry; and he had been unjust to her merits, because he had been a sufferer from them.

The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in a young lady is a great blessing