ensue, consider it as a punishment sent in mercy. It will be better
for you not to come to school to-morrow; instead of the references
you were to have looked out, I had rather you read over in a humble
spirit the Epistle of St. James.'

Jane's tears by this time were flowing fast, and finding that she no
longer attempted to defend herself, her cousin said no more. He
joined the others, and Jane, escaping to her own room, gave way to a
passionate fit of crying. Whether her tears were of true sorrow or
of anger she could not have told herself; she was still sobbing on
her bed when the darkness came on, and her two little sisters came in
on their way to bed to wish her good-night.

'Oh, Jane, Jane! what is the matter? have you been naughty?' asked
the little girls in great amazement.

'Never mind,' said Jane, shortly; 'good-night,' and she sat up and
wiped away her tears. The children still lingered. 'Go away, do,'
said she. 'Is Robert gone?'

'No,' said Phyllis, 'he is reading the newspaper.'

Phyllis and Adeline left the room, and Jane walked up and down,
considering whether she should venture to go down to tea; perhaps her
cousin had waited till the little girls had gone before he spoke to
Mr. Mohun, or perhaps her red eyes might cause questions on her
troubles; she was still in doubt when Lily opened the door, a lamp in
her hand.

'My dear Jenny, are you here? Ada told me you were crying, what is