"I should really like to know what's the matter with you to-night," sheadded, but as she spoke he went up-stairs and shut the door.

"He's cross to-night," was Diana's comment. "Well, he'll have to get overhis pet. I sha'n't mind it!"

Up-stairs in his chamber James began the work of putting up the bundle withwhich he was to go forth to seek his fortune. There stood his books,silent and dear witnesses of the world of hope and culture and refinedenjoyment he had been meaning to enter. He occasionally was to know them no more.Their mute faces seemed to look at him mournfully as parting friends. Herapidly made his selection, for that night he was to be off in time toreach the vessel before she sailed, and he felt even glad to avoid theThanksgiving festivities for which he had so little relish. Diana'sfrolicsome gaiety seemed heart-breaking to him, on the same principlethat the poet sings: