reward you for your kindness to me: I can say no more; but I feel much." "You will not leave us, dear child?" "Never, never, unless I am driven from you—unless I am thought unworthy of remaining here." "You will be kind to your husband, when he returns—you will not grieve him." "Oh! no, no: I alone will suffer; I will never inflict it upon him; but I cannot see him again; he must not return: you must keep him from me. I never. . . ." "Pause, my Calantha: make no rash resolves. I came here not to agitate, or to reproach. I ask but one promise, no other will I ever exact:—you will not leave us." This change of manner in her aunt produced the deepest impression upon Lady Avondale. She looked, too, so like her mother, at the moment, that Calantha thought it had been her. She gave her her hand: she could not speak. "And did they tell me she was hardened?" said Mrs. Seymour.
