"Yes, we have been sketching out a plan of felicity for you."
Madeline sighed, and looked earnestly at her father.
"A plan (resumed he) which I trust will meet your approbation."
"Explain yourself, my dearest father (cried Madeline), I am all impatience."
"To be explicit then (said St. Julian), D'Alembert has proposed an union between you and his son."
"Between me and his son! (repeated Madeline, involuntarily drawing her hand from her father's, and starting back a few paces)—between me and his son!—and you approved of the proposal!—Oh! my father, is this the felicity you planned for me?—sooner, ten thousand times sooner, would I immure myself for ever within the walls of a cloister, than become the wife of D'Alembert."
"Compose yourself (said St. Julian), you have no cause for the violent emotions you
