exclaimed—"Gracious heaven, de Sevignie!" Madeline withdrew her hand involuntarily from Olivia, and reseated herself.
"I thought, indeed (said Olivia), it could be no other than de Sevignie, when I heard of an eccentric being always wandering about those solitudes. Pray (continued she, while overpowered by confusion and surprise, he stood transfixed to the spot where he had first beheld her), have you yet chosen a cell for your retirement? for I suppose you will soon renounce the world and its vanities for ever. But seriously, de Sevignie, 'tis rather unfortunate that you and I should lately have only met at periods when (at least) one of us wished to avoid the other."
His confusion, if possible increased; he knew she alluded to his conduct the last time they had met. "If I ever harboured such a wish (said he), it was because, as I have
