herself in the chapel, beside the grave of her benefactress, and near the spot where she had received her fatal wound.
"Is this (said she, looking round her with terror and dismay) the place of security you said you were bringing me to? 'Tis all but secure; death and destruction hover o'er it. Oh! Madam! (wildly flinging herself at the feet of Madame D'Alembert) I cannot, cannot stay within it, for the murderer here takes his solitary rounds, to plunge his dagger in the heart of innocence and virtue."
"My love, (cried her friend, raising her from the ground) what do you mean? you strike me with horror by your words, you shake my very soul."
The energy of Madame D'Alembert recalled the scattered senses of Madeline, and made her reflect on the imprudence she had been guilty of; she shuddered as she considered she had nearly broken her solemn vow, and been on the point of planting un-
