beautiful, so glorious!" "Calantha!" said Sophia, looking at her. Calantha sighed. "What is it even so?—Heaven defend us!" somewhat confused. Calantha turned to the Count Gondimar; and, talking with affected spirits, soon appeared to have forgotten both the smile and the sigh.
"You once, when in London, gave me permission to warn you," said the Count, who observed every thing that was passing, "when I thought you in danger. Now," continued he,—"now is the moment. It was not when dancing with Mr. Clarendon, or playing the coquette with Buchanan and the Duke of Myrtlegrove, that I trembled for you. Lord Avondale was still dear, even in those days—but now—O! the inconstancy of the human heart. You, even you, are changed." "Not me," she replied; "but alas! that time is arrived which you predicted: he cares no more for me; but I can never forget him.
