different from all other attachments; that you would bear her hence." "I have changed my intention: is that sufficient? "Will she die, think you?" "Your uncle will, if you continue thus," replied Glenarvon. "I am sick at heart, Elinor, when I look on you." "Old men, my Lord, will seek the grave; and death can strike young hearts, when vain men think it their doing. I must leave you." "Wherefore in such haste?" "A younger and truer lover awaits my coming: I am his, to follow and obey him." "Oh, Elinor, I tremble at the sight of so much cold depravity—so young and so abandoned. How changed from the hour in which I first met you at Glenaa! Can it be possible?" "Aye, my good Lord; so apt a scholar, for so great a master."
Glenarvon attempted to seize her hand. "Do you dare to detain me? Touch me not. I fear you." . . . "Elinor, to what perdition are you hastening? I adjure
