line, as if he wished her to think the exquisite pleasure he derived from it, was owing to the idea of seeing her again.
His glance, however, was lost upon Madeline, so much was her mind engrossed by its own concerns; and the moment the carriage drove off, she forgot such a being existed.
The Countess's motives for hurrying Madeline back to the chateau, is perhaps already understood. She thought, indeed, she should ill fulfill the sacred trust reposed in her by Clermont, if she did not particularly enquire about the commencement, and try to discover the strength of the attachment it was so obvious his daughter entertained for de Sevignie, that she might be timely guarded against indulging it, till assured (if that was not already the case) that she never would have reason to repent it: and as she could not (at least without interruption) make those enquiries, or give those cautions
