predilection, excited not only by his manner, but his strong resemblance to you. Take her (he continued, presenting her hand to de Sevignie), take her with the fond blessing of her father; and may the felicity you both deserve, be ever your's!"
The feelings of de Sevignie and Madeline were such as language could not have done justice to; but their eyes, more eloquently than any words could have done, expressed them.
Sorrow now seemed removed from every heart but that of Madame D'Alembert's; with the deepest melancholy she ruminated over her sad prospects, and resolved to retire from the castle of Montmorenci to a convent, as soon as some settlement had taken place relative to her husband and his iniquitous father. On her account (well knowing, notwithstanding her abhorrence to them she would sensibly feel their exposure
