Madeline mournfully shook her head.—"Alas! (she cried to herself) any effort to make me happy will now, I fear, be unavailing."
"Come, Mademoiselle (said Oliver, as Lafroy turned from her), you had better step into the house."
"I will (replied Madeline, as with streaming eyes she still pursued the steps of Lafroy); but first tell me how long you think it will be ere you return with a carriage."
"About three hours, I think, (said Oliver); I shall ride to L—, and will, you may assure yourself, make as much haste as possible."
He now led her into the house, and conducted her to a chamber, at the door of which he left her, telling her, as he retired, that he should send his daughter Theresa to her with a light and supper. Left to herself, Madeline, instead of indulging tears and lamentations, tried to suppress both, and regain some little degree of composure.—-
