she have set out for Malta, I must follow—perhaps to Alexandria, for I cannot live till I have spoken peace to that troubled soul, till I have assured her that my mother's son can receive as a sister the innocent daughter of his guilty father. My sense of justice (even without the compassion she has stirred up from the very depths of my heart) compels me to seek her."
"But you will take me with you, dear Glentworth?"
"You! impossible! You! who have but just recovered from the country fever, so apt to return! Besides, the child; for Heaven's sake, take care of him! Allerton will do every thing for you, and you can follow me to Marseilles when you are able."
He flew down stairs; on his way met and kissed his child, and then was gone. The whole affair appeared a troubled dream; but it had left a real loss behind it, and scarcely could Isabella help deploring that she had ever met Lady Osmond at all, for she had got a fever and lost a husband by it. "If," said she, "her gains were equal to my loss, I hope I would not deplore it; but alas, poor thing! the very hour they meet they will be parted, and she will leave Europe with new regrets and acuter lamentations than ever."
Nothing could exceed the surprise of Lord Al-
