carried off by him, the discovery relative to her father would never, in all probability, have taken place.
"How unfortunate (exclaimed old D'Alembert, in reply to what he had said concerning her), how unfortunate that you are not at liberty to offer your hand, and thus gratify your love and your ambition. Were you free, I am convinced I could soon effect a marriage between you and St. Julian's daughter."
His son started; a flush of savage joy overspread his countenance—"I can easily regain my liberty (said he); I have long sighed for it; a noble soul will ever try to break chains which are oppressive. My wife is but a mortal; the hand which gave a quietus to the mother, can easily give the same to the daughter. We can manage the affair between us so secretly, that no soul shall know of it, no eye behold it."
