veal every particular he knows concerning you: and I am sorry to say, from my knowledge of the Marquis's disposition, I am sure he will admit of no circumstance as a palliation of the murder of Lord Philippe."
Madeline shuddered at the word murder, and involuntarily averted her head from Lafroy.
"Murder sounds harshly in my daughter's ears," cried St. Julian in rather a resentful tone.
"I beg your pardon, my Lord (said Lafroy), for having spoken unguardedly; nothing, I can assure your Lordship, would distress me so much as to offend or give pain to either you or Lady Madeline; 'tis my most ardent wish to serve you both."
"And whither (cried Madeline, turning to her father), Oh! whither, if you quit this castle, can you betake yourself?"
"With the most wild and romantic solitudes of the Alps I am well acquainted
