"Send again," she continually said, and her hand, which Lady Margaret held in hers, became cold and trembling. They endeavoured to comfort her; but what comfort was there left. They tried to detain her in her own apartment; but the agony of her sufferings was too great;—her feeble frame—her wasted form could ill endure so great a shock. The Duke, affected beyond measure, endeavoured to support her. "Pardon her, receive her with kindness," said Mrs. Seymour, looking at him. "I know she will not leave you thus: I feel that she must return." "We will receive her without one reproach," said the Duke. "I, too, feel secure that she will return." "I know her heart: she can never leave us thus. Go yourself, Altamonte," said Lady Margaret:—"let me go." "Where would you seek her?" "At Lord Glenarvon's," said Mrs. Seymour, faintly. "Oh! she is not there," said the Duke,
