title and fortunes of one who does not pretend to be worthy of her."
Edith was struck dumb by an argument which she had not expected, and was compelled to acknowledge, that Lord Evandale's suit was urged with delicacy as well as with consideration.
"And yet," she said, "such is the waywardness with which my heart reverts to former times, that I cannot," (she burst into tears,) "suppress a degree of ominous reluctance at fulfilling my engagement up on such a brief summons."
"We have already fully considered this painful subject," said Lord Evandale; "and I hoped, my dear Edith, your own enquiries, as well as mine, had fully convinced you that these regrets were fruitless."
"Fruitless indeed!" said Edith, with a deep sigh, which, as if by an unexpected echo, was repeated from the adjoining apartment. Miss Bellenden started at the sound, and scarcely composed herself upon Lord Evandale's assurances, that she
