'em, if you like: the more the merrier. I'll invite 'em all to my wedding."
"You are mad!" cried Harriet. "Wedding, indeed! Perhaps you will never be married. What think you of a rival that has her heart?"
"Her heart? Catherine's heart?" exclaimed the gay-brained soldier; "why, it has been mine these two years!"
"And now," said Harriet, "it is another's.-- Brother! rouse from your dream of confidence and security. It is as true as that the stars are above us: Catherine Loring loves another."
"It is true--she confessed it with her own lips."
"Confessed it, sister!" said the young man; and then added, with a spirit that surprised her, "If that be so, why then good luck to her: she shall have her freedom. I don't think I shall break my heart; and, certainly, I shan't force her to marry me. But, Hal,--look you, sister Hal,--I did not think she would cozen me. She confessed it, did she? Why, that's enough. I'm an honourable man; but after being cheated and ji