with passion, and darting an angry eye upon Calantha, left her. The door closed. She stood suspended—uncertain how to act.—
At length recovering, she seized a pen, and wrote to Glenarvon.—"I am miserable; but let me, at all events, spare you. Come not to the Castle. Write to me: it is all I ask. I must quit you for ever. Oh, Glenarvon, I must indeed see you no more; or involve all whom I love, and yourself who art far dearer, in my disgrace. Let me hear from you immediately. You must decide for me: I have no will on earth but your's—no hope but in the continuance of your love. Do not call me weak. Write to me: say you approve; for if you do not, I cannot obey."
Having sent her letter with some fear, she went to Mrs. Seymour, who was far from well, and had been some days confined to her room. She endeavoured to conceal from her what had passed in the
