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 stood before him, veiled, mantled, bending as a suppliant.

"Avaunt!" he faltered wildly. "Is this a spirit my own black solitude conjures up--or is it a delusion, a dream?" It is I--I!--the Caroline dear to you once, if detested now! Forgive me! Not for myself I come." She flung back her veil-her eyes pleadingly sought his.

"So," said Darrell, gathering his arms round his breast in the gesture peculiar to him when seeking either to calm a more turbulent movement, or to confirm a sterner resolution of his heart--"so! Caroline, Marchioness of Montfort, we are then fated to meet face to face at last! I understand--Lionel Haughton sent, or showed to you, my letter?"

"Oh! Mr. Darrell, how could you have the heart to write in such terms of one who--"

"One who had taken the heart from my bosom and trampled it into the mire. True, fribbles will say, 'Fie! the vocabulary of fine gentlemen has no harsh terms for women.' Gallants, to whom love is pastime, leave or are left with elegant sorrow and courtly bows. Madam, I was never such airy gallant. I am but a man unhappily in earnest--a man who placed in those hands his life of life--who said to you, while yet in his prime, 'There is my future, take it, till it vanish out of earth!" You have made that life substanceless as a ghost--that future barren as the grave. And when you dare force yourself again upon my way, and would dictate laws to my very hearth--if I speak as a man what plain men must feel--'Oh! Mr. Darrell,' says your injured ladyship, 'how can you have the heart?' Woman! were you not false as the falsest? Falsehood has no dignity to awe rebuke--falsehood no privilege of sex."

"Darrell--Darrell--Darrell--spare me, spare me! I have been so punished--I am so miserable!"

"You!--punished!--What! you sold yourself to youth, and sleek looks, and grand titles, and the flattery of a world; and your rose-leaves were crumpled in the gorgeous marriage-bed. Adequate punishment!--a crumpled rose-leaf! True, the man was a--but why should I speak ill of him? It was he who was punished, if, accepting his rank, you recognised in himself a nothingness that you