recently addrest on her account to restore them; but though the supplication did not burst from her lips, it was breathed from the very depth of her heart.
In a moment of agitation like the present, the feelings of that heart could no longer be supprest, and de Sevignie now beheld the strong hold he had of its affections.
But the confirmation of her affection could not lessen his wretchedness, on the contrary, it seemed to increase it: He arose from her feet.
"Oh, Madeline! (he said) how inconsistent is the human heart; but a few minutes ago, and I fancied the assurance of your pity and regard would render me in some degree happy; now when you have permitted me to receive it, I feel myself more miserable than ever, and think, since the obstacles to our union cannot be conquered, I should have been less so had I still imagined you indifferent."
