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add them to your wreath. These wild spent most of the morning in arranging roses fade quickly, and are already my flowers, and then read to my aunt drooping."

until it was time to dress for dinner. I looked down at my flowers, and After I was dressed, I went, as I usuwhile I was wavering between the de- ally did, to the window looking into the sire to go and the equally strong desire court; and, as I stood there, I saw a to stay, he had taken the basket from travelling-carriage, laden with luggage, my hand, had placed me on the bank, drive in, and stop at the grand entrance. and stood before me, holding my flowers. M. Baudet – I recognized him instantly As I fastened them one by one into my -alighted; and, with a miserable feelwreath, I took several furtive glances ing of terror and dread, I turned away at the stranger's face. He was still from the window. uncovered, and his blond hair — not A few moments after, my aunt's maid golden, or flaxen, but blond

entered. “ Dinner is deferred an hour, closely cut, and fell in one large wave Mademoiselle, and Madame begs that across his forehead. His complexion you will put on your white muslin and was fair and pale, his features perfectly your pearls, and come as soon as possiregular, his

eyes a clear, cold blue. Able to the drawing-room ; M. Baudet is calm, relentless, cruel face it was; but here, and he remains to-day for dinI did not see that then. I thought only ner.” how tall, how graceful, and handsome All the while Jeannette was dressing he was, as I put the last rose in my me I pondered upon the means of conwreath, and turned to go.

cealing the morning's interview from “Will Mademoiselle grant me a fa M. Baudet; and it was with the quesvor?” said the soft voice again, as he tion still undecided that I at length held the gate open for me.

descended, and entered the drawing“If I can, Monsieur,” said I, pausing.

“Mademoiselle has already granted “ You remember Mademoiselle Carme the honor of plucking some roses teret, - do you not, M. Baudet?” said for her wreath ; will she grant me the my aunt, as I paused before him and still greater honor of beholding it upon courtesied. her head ?"

“ Mademoiselle has become very My straw hat was hanging from my beautiful since I last had the pleasure neck by the strings, and, as I began of beholding her,” said he, bowing, and involuntarily to loosen them, with a handing me a chair ; and, as I sat down, bow and a “ Permit me,” he lifted my be added, “ Before we go to dinner, wreath, and dropped it lightly on my Mademoiselle, I must ask you a few head. I felt myself blush deeply as I questions." met his glance of admiration, and Yes, Monsieur," said I, in a low longed to escape from it, but still lin voice. gered in spite of it.

“We will then proceed to business," * Thanks, Mademoiselle," said he, he answered, drawing a paper from his with a profound bow. “I have seen pocket as he spoke.

“ This, you perseveral queens, but none so lovely as ceive, Mademoiselle, is the paper signed the queen of the Chateau Lascours.” by your own hand,” he continued, turn

" I must go now, I think," said I, ing it over so that I could see the sigmore cmbarrassed than ever. “Adieu, nature. Monsieur."

“Yes, Monsieur.” “Au revoir only, I hope, Mademoi “ You remember the several injuncselle,” said he, with a slight smile ; but tions contained in this paper, Mademoihe made no further effort to detain me, selle ?" and I returned to the chateau, dwelling “ Yes, Monsieur." all the way upon this strange, exciting,

“ You have fulfilled your promises, and to mc delightful, interview. I Mademoiselle, to the letter?”


“Yes, Monsieur," said I; 'a burning have violated that part of your agreeblush rising to my cheeks as I spoke. ment?"

No visitors have been received at I glanced up for some sign of relentthe chateau ?"

ing in his face, and almost involuntarily “ None, Monsieur.''

faltered out: “No, Monsieur; I have “ You have confined your walks to

not." the limits of the estate, Mademoi M. Baudet hesitated. “Are you quite selle?”

sure, Mademoiselle ? Shall I not re“ Yes, Monsieur."

peat my question in a different form ?” “Your acquaintances are confined to “No,” said I, resolutely, “ I have no Madame de Renneville, Father Roma other answer to give.” no, and myself ?”

“ This then is the truth, the whole “Yes, Monsieur.” I rose from my truth, and nothing but the truth, Maseat as I said this, for I felt an actual demoiselle ? You are prepared to swear oppression at my heart, and as if the at that it is so ?” mosphere were stilling; and I dreaded “Yes,”

,” stammered I, almost inauinexpressibly any reference to my morn-' dibly. ing's adventure.

* You are quite sure, Mademoiselle ?" • Pardon, Mademoiselle,” said M. said M. Baudet, regarding me doubtBaudet, fixing his small keen eyes upon fully. “I regret to say that I—" me, as if he would read to my very soul, “ M. Baudet, we will suspend any “I have yet a few questions to ask be- further questioning,” said a clear and fore I shall have fulfilled the instruc- low voice behind me. “ Mademoiselle tions of M. Huntingdon.”

has already been sufficiently annoyed, "I detest the name of Mr. Hunting- and for any violation of her agreement don,” said I, in a burst of anger. “I I alone am responsible.” think he is very cruel, and you too, M. I recognized those musical tones, Baudet."

that slight foreign accent; and as I “ Calm yourself, Charlotte, I entreat turned, the blood rushing over my face you,” said my aunt, hastily. “Such a and neck, I saw, through the tears of display of temper may result in making shame and mortification which filled my you even more unhappy than you are at eyes, the gentleman whom I had met in present."

the morning. He had exchanged his “ I cannot be so," said I, sullenly; travelling-suit of gray cloth for evening “I am a slave."

dress, but still wore a wild rosebud in “ Mademoiselle,” interrupted M. Bau his button-hole. Alarmed and confounddet, “I must still trouble you for a mo ed, believing not only that my lie was ment."

discovered, and the violation of my I looked at him. I longed to defy agreement known, but that some dreadhim, to leave him ; but I dared do ful punishment would follow, I stood neither, and I remained silent.

silent and motionless. “My questions have so far been an The stranger had already bowed to swered satisfactorily. I have but one my aunt, and kissed her hand. He now more,” he continued : “ Are you, Ma- turned to M. Baudet, saying, “Will you demoiselle, prepared to swear that you present me to my ward ?” have never seen, spoken to, or been “Mademoiselle Carteret,” said M. addressed by any man of your own Baudet, advancing, I have the honor rank?”

to present to you your cousin and guarI dared not reply to this; I dared not dian, M. Huntingdon.” tell the truth, and I still less dared to Pardon me," said Mr. Huntingdon, tell a lie.

drawing my arm within his, and leading “Well, Mademoiselle,” said M. Bau me to a window at the farther end of det, after a moment's pause, “ you the drawing-room, — “ pardon me, my cannot answer that question ? You fair cousin, the annoyance I have caused

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you. As for me, I cannot feel otherwise do not recognize me as a cousin, it than flattered by your reception of me

seems, and

he paused for a moment, this morning, nor can I regret that I and then added, "your father's dearest myself proved stronger than my own friend, you know."" commands."

“I cannot accustom myself to call “ You must believe, Mr. Hunting

you. don,” said I, haughtily, " that I only

“ Harrington ? It was your father's yield obedience to those commands as name, Charlotte. No,” he added as I to my father's.”

made a movement to re-enter the draw“I am but too happy to find that you ing-room, "you must not enter, ma so entirely understand 'me," said he, belle cousine, until you have granted bowing; “ I cannot tell you, Charlotte, me this favor." how much I have feared lest your natural “And suppose I do not choose to dislike to orders so stringent should grant it?" I replied. have led you, to blame me only; I “In that case I must avail myself of have been your fellow-sufferer, I as the authority vested in me, and remind sure you."

you that I am your guardian, and — " The conversation was most unpleas “ That is unnecessary,” said I, coldly. ant to me, and I was perversely resolved “I have not been a prisoner for so not to continue it. I therefore rose, many years in vain. I must call you and leaned out of the window. Mr. Harrington, since you wish it." Huntingdon, bending over me, gazed out “ Let us take another turn,” said Mr. also. How I longed to escape from Huntingdon, again offering his arm. him ! but as I put my hand on the win. Then, fixing his eyes on me, he said, dow, intending to step out on the terrace, “ I have at least been gratified, Charlotte, he spoke.

by seeing that that imprisonment has “A lovely night indeed, Charlotte; told so little on you that you are able you are still agitated, I see, and I know to receive strangers with such singular the surprise of seeing me must have openness and ease.” been great; you need a turn on the Indeed, indeed,” said I, bursting terrace, and I am never weary of breath- into tears, -"indeed, it was the first ing the soft air of your native France. time.” Come.” He pushed back the window A smile, beautiful as contemptuous, as he spoke, and offered his arm. What curled his finely chiselled lips as he I indeed most wished was to escape answered, “O, you need not tell me from his presence; but I took his arm, that; I am perfectly aware of that fact, and walked out into the calm starlit Charlotte." night.

“ You believe me,

do you not?He did not speak at first, and after said I, looking up. several moments I looked up at him. “Do I believe you ? ” said he ; We were standing at the end of the tainly I believe you,


your assurance terrace then, and the silver light of the was unnecessary; I was previously moon shone full upon his pale face and perfectly well informed of the truth of clearly chiselled lineaments. How cold what you say." they were ! How like a statue he stood, A shudder passed over me as he said his relentless blue eyes looking straight this, – just such an involuntary, undebefore him!

fined feeling of dread as I had experi"Mr. Huntingdon," said I, at length, enced when I read his first letter years “I -"

before. "Speak in English,” said he, looking “You are not angry, Harrington ?” at me with a smile. " You look alto I persisted. gether away from England, Charlotte ; "I am never angry,” he answered, and yet your future life lies there; and coldly; "and this I can promise, Chardo you call me Mr. Huntingdon? You lotte, that you will never make me so."

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He raised the window as he spoke, and I sat quietly down to my embroidand admitted me into the drawing-room ery. just as dinner was announced. All “Ah, Mademoiselle!” said M. Bauthrough dinner he addressed his con- det, as he came and bent over me, “ your versation principally to me, invariably work is really superb; and you are so speaking in English.

diligent that I doubt not that, if I should I cannot describe the peculiar fas- have the happiness of coming to Lascination of his quiet manner, for it was cours in December, I should find that fascinating ; nor can I explain the im- you had completed several pieces like mediate control he acquired over all that.” who approached him. It was magnet

“ Mademoiselle Carteret will not be ism, I suppose, which subdued even M. at Lascours next December," said Mr. Baudet, who in his presence was no Huntingdon, calmly; "she will be in longer his quick and keen self, but silent, England at that time.” and, if I may so express it, tarnished. Now, just before, I had told my aunt

When my aunt and I were in the that I should not go to England ; but I drawing-room alone again, and I sat at only looked up in his face, and said, my embroidery-frame, I saw still before “When am I to go?" me the face of my cousin, his soft mu- “Very shortly," he replied, as he sical tones still vibrated on my ear, and walked away, and sat down by my aunt. I seemed still to breathe the delicate I noticed that she asked him no quesperfume which his dress exhaled. At tions about my departure for England. length I heard a rustle in the dining- Although he had been so short a time room, and, a moment after, the gentle- at Lascours, he was already felt to be men entered. Mr. Huntingdon came absolute. He did not again address first; and, as he approached me, I me until the close of the evening, when again experienced the strange sensa- he approached me, and, raising my tion of the morning, - a sort of terror hand to his lips, said, “We part toor repulsion which prompted me to night, Charlotte, for some time; when I avoid, and an attraction which drew next return, it will be to conduct you to me toward him. I rose to meet him, England. Meanwhile bear a little longhowever, with a question which had er with your father's commands." been hovering on my lips ever since he “I will, indeed,” said I ; " but will had made himself known.

you not tell me when you will re"Harrington!” I began.

turn?” “ You wish to ask me why I accosted “I cannot tell you at present; but you in the park this morning, instead your affairs will be in perfect train by of waiting until the evening, and then that time, - indeed, they are almost so presenting myself in form?"

now. Au revoir." “ I did,” said I, astonished; “but” “ Au revoir.”

“ The answer, Charlotte, I am not And we parted. At five o'clock the yet prepared to give, although the day next morning I was awakened by a is not far distant when I may do so." noise in the court-yard, and, going to

There was something in his manner the window, saw M. Baudet and Mr. which repelled any further questioning, Huntingdon drive away.


E loves not well whose love is bold:

too : The sun's gold would not seem pure gold Unless the sun were in the sky.

To take him thence, and chain him near,
Would make his beauty disappear.

He keeps his state ; do thou keep thine, –

And shine upon me from afar ;
So shall I bask in light divine
That falls from love's own guiding-star.

So shall thy eminence be high,
And so my passion shall not die.

But all my life shall reach its hands

Of lofty longing toward thy face,
And be as one who speechless stands
I'n rapture at some perfect grace.

My love, my hope, my all, shall be
To look to heaven and look to thee.

Thine eyes shall be the heavenly lights,

Thy voice shall be the summer breeze,
What time it sways, on moonlit nights,
The murmuring tops of leafy trees.

And I will touch thy beauteous form
In June's red roses, rich and warm.

But thou thyself shall come not down

From that pure region far above;
But keep thy throne and wear thy crown,-
Queen of my heart and queen of love !

A monarch in thy realm complete,
And I a monarch - at thy feet.

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