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 nearly as white as snow. Lord Denmeath, softening his voice and manner, and changing the haughty air of his countenance into something that approached to kindness, went on more gently.

"I did not mean to alarm, but to befriend you. I allow not only for your youth and inexperience, but for the false ideas with which you have been brought up. If it had not pleased the Bishop to interfere, all would have been amicably arranged from the first. Take, however, a little time for reflection. Think upon the enormous risk which you run!—a fine young woman, like you,—and you are, indeed, a very fine young woman; flying from her house and home "

Juliet, shaking, shuddering, hid her face, and burst into tears.

"I see that it is not impossible to work upon you," he continued; "I will beg Mrs. Ireton, therefore, to let us converse to-morrow where we may canvass the matter at leisure. The road is still