proaching. Tired at length of listening for him, she threw herself on a chair by the window, and gave way in tears to the oppression of her heart. Never had she before experienced such a degree of wretchedness; she felt neglected, abandoned by all! the gloom of closing day, the cold wind which rustled through the forest, bringing the leaves in showers from the trees, and bearing to her ear the dismal tolling of a distant convent bell, heightened if possible her melancholy.
"Oh! my father (she cried), to what misery have you left your Madeline!" The door creaked upon its rusty hinges; she started, and beheld Lafroy.
"Ah! (she exclaimed, rising to meet him), I thought you had forgotten me."
"Forgotten you!" he repeated as he cautiously closed the door.
"Has the Marquis received the letter?" eagerly interrupted Madeline.
"Yes."
