my Madeline, and live to reconcile mankind, by your virtues, to the memory of your father."
"But though D'Alembert (cried Madeline, whose recollection sudden horror had for a few minutes suspended), is acquainted with your story, there is a method (she continued, rising from the floor), to prevail on him to conceal it."
"A method which I will never suffer you to adopt (exclaimed St. Julian); Oh, never shall my child be sacrificed to save my life."
"Ah, little do you know the soul of your child, if you suppose she will leave untried any expedient that may save you. Hear her solemnly swear (cried she, again kneeling), by that Being she worships—by the spirit of her mother—by all that is holy in his sight, to become the wife of young D'Alembert, if by doing so she can bind his father to inviolable secrecy."
"My inestimable child! (said St. Julian, raising and embracing her); alas! what a
