"I will stay a few minutes longer to try if I can see him," said Olivia.
"Pray do not (exclaimed Madeline, laying her hand, which trembled violently, upon Olivia's arm); the darkness increases fast, and if we stay much longer, we shall be quite benighted."
"No, no, there's no danger of that (replied Olivia); but if you wish it I will return immediately: dismiss however, I beseech you, the terrors you have conjured up to alarm you; for if you tremble in this manner, you will scarcely be able to reach the chaise."
It was not any apprehension of danger however which agitated the soul of Madeline, it was the agony of thinking that de Sevignie was the sad and solitary mourner to whose sweet and melancholy strains she had been listening; for in the air she heard she perfectly recollected one she had taught him during his visit at her father's house; and she wished to avoid his presence, least she
