soul of my soul, life of my life—farewell!—Oh! for the sake of thy wandering and exiled father—Oh! to be enabled to give him future comfort, such comfort as shall repay him for past troubles, exert thyself!"
"I will, I will (cried Madeline); when the bitterness of this moment is over, I shall be better."
"Do not longer delay, my Lord (said Lafroy); I fear if you do, some interruption from the servants, who will soon be busy preparing for supper."
St. Julian gently withdrew his arms from his daughter. She did not attempt to detain him; and yet her very soul seemed fleeting after him as he turned from her. "Lafroy (cried she, following them to the gallery), the moment you return to the castle, you must come up to me."
"You may depend on my doing so," said he.
"And you, my father, (she resumed), must write to me without delay, if you wish to save me from distraction."
