Miss Vere faintly entreated to be left by herself for the rest of the evening.
"But will you not receive Sir Frederick?" said her father anxiously.
"I will meet him," she replied, "I will meet him—when I must, and where I must, but spare me now."
"Be it so, my dearest; you shall know no restraint that I can save you from. Do not think too hardly of Sir Frederick for this, it is an excess of passion."
Isabella waved her hand impatiently.
"Forgive me, my child—I go—Heaven bless thee. At eleven—if you call me not before—at eleven I come to seek you."
When he left Isabella she dropped upon her knees—"Heaven aid me to support the resolution I have taken—Heaven only can—O, poor Earnscliff! who shall comfort him? and with what contempt he will pronounce her name who listened to him to-day and gave herself to another at night. But let him despise me—better so than that he should know the truth—Let
