"He is gone then (said she, sinking upon a chair); we have parted to meet no more!—Oh, de Sevignie! I now almost regret we ever met!"
Absorbed in melancholy, she forgot the necessity there was for trying to suppress her emotions before her father's return, till his step, as she imagined, in the hall roused her from her reverie, and made her precipitately fly to another room which opened immediately upon the stairs. She had scarcely gained her chamber, when Jaqueline entered.
"Come down, Mam'selle (said she), Monsieur de Sevignie is below, and wishes to speak with you."
"With me! (repeated Madeline, starting from the seat on which she had thrown herself); good heaven! (in inexpressible agitation, the agitation perhaps of hope) what can he have to say to me?"
"I am sure that's more than I can tell (said Jaqueline); but I will go and inform
