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Properly speaking, both the rooms made one long apartment for balls and county meetings, and the division was formed by a thin partition, removeable at pleasure. The hail now came on fast and heavy, the trees groaned, the thunder roared; and in the large dreary room there was a palpable and oppressive sense of coldness and discomfort. Valerie shivered-a fire was lighted, and the Frenchwoman drew near to it.

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"You are wet, my dear lady," said Lord Doningdale. "You should take off that close habit and have it dried."

"Oh, no; what matters it?" said Valerie, bitterly, and almost rudely.

"It matters everything," said Ernest; "pray be ruled." "And do you care for me?" murmured Valerie.

“Can you ask that question?" replied Ernest, in the same tone, and with affectionate and friendly warmth.

Meanwhile the good old lord had summoned the chambermaid, and with the kindly imperiousness of a father made Valerie leave the room. The three gentlemen, left together, talked of the storm, wondered how long it would last, and debated the propriety of sending to Doningdale for the carriage. While they spoke the hail suddenly ceased, though clouds in the distant horiwere bearing heavily up to renew the charge. George Herbert, who was the most impatient of mortals, especially of rainy weather in a strange place, seized the occasion, and insisted on riding to Doningdale and sending back the carriage.

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"Surely a groom would do as well, George," said the father.

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My dear father, no; I should envy the rogue too much. I am bored to death here. Marie will be frightened about us. Brown Bess will take me back in twenty minutes. I am a hardy fellow, you know. Good-by."

Away darted the young sportsman, and in two minutes they saw him spur gayly from the inn door.

"It is very odd that I should have such a son," said Lord Doningdale, musingly; "a son who cannot amuse himself indoors for two minutes together. I took great pains with his education, too. Strange that people should weary so much of themselves that they cannot brave the prospect of a few minutes passed in reflection; that a shower and the resources of their

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own thoughts are ever so galling; very strange indeed. But it is a confounded climate this, certainly. I wonder when it will clear up!"

Thus muttering, Lord Doningdale walked, or rather marched, to and fro the room, with his hands in his coat pockets, and his whip sticking perpendicularly out of the right one. Just at this moment the waiter came to announce that his lordship's groom was without, and desired much to see him. Lord Doningdale had then the pleasure of learning that his favourite grey hackney, which he had ridden winter and summer for fifteen years, was taken with shivers, and, as the groom expressed it, seemed to have "the collar [cholera ?] in its bowels!"

Lord Doningdale turned pale, and hurried to the stables without saying a word.

Maltravers, who, plunged in thought, had not overheard the low and brief conference between master and groom, remained alone, seated by the fire, his head buried in his bosom, and his arms folded.

She

Meanwhile, the lady who occupied the adjoining chamber had recovered slowly from her swoon. put both hands to her temples as if trying to recollect her thoughts. Hers was a fair, innocent, almost childish face; and now, as a smile shot across it, there was something so sweet and touching in the gladness it shed over that countenance, that you could not have seen it without strong and almost painful interest. It was the gladness of a person who has known sorrow! Suddenly she started up and said"No, then! I do not dream. He is come back-he is here-all will be well again! Ha! it is his voice. Oh, bless him, it is his voice!" She paused, her finger on her lip, her face bent down. A low and indistinct sound of voices reached her straining ear through the thin door that divided her from Maltravers. She listened intently, but she could not overhear the import. Her heart beat violently. "He is not alone!" she murmured, mournfully. "I will wait till the sound ceases, and then I will venture in !"

And what was the conversation carried on in that chamber? We must return to Ernest. He was sitting in the same thoughtful posture when Madame de St. Ventadour returned. The Frenchwoman coloured when VOL. II.-B

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she found herself alone with Ernest, and Ernest himself was not at his ease.

"Herbert has gone home to order the carriage, and Lord Doningdale has disappeared, I scare know whither. You do not, I trust, feel the worse for the rain?"

"No," said Valerie.

"Shall you have any commands in London ?" asked Maltravers; "I return to town to-morrow. "So soon!" and Valerie sighed. "Ah!" she added, after a pause, 66 we shall not meet again for years, perhaps. Monsieur de St. Ventadour is to be appointed ambassador to the · Court, and so and so.

Well,

it is no matter. What has become of the friendship we once swore to each other?"

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"It is here," said Maltravers, laying his hand on his heart. Here, at least, lies the half of that friendship which was my charge, and more than friendship, Valerie de St. Ventadour; respect, admiration, gratitude. At a time of life when passion and fancy, most strong, might have left me an idle and worthless voluptuary, you convinced me that the world has virtue, and that woman is too noble to be our toy-the idol of to-day, the victim of to-morrow. Your influence, Valerie, left me a more thoughtful man—I hope a better one."

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"Oh!" said Madame de St. Ventadour, strongly affected; "I bless you for what you tell me you cannot know, you cannot guess how sweet it is to me. Now I recognise you once more. What, what did my resolution cost me? Now I am repaid!"

Ernest was moved by her emotion and by his own remembrances; he took her hand, and pressing it with frank and respectful tenderness, "I did not think, Valerie," said he, "when I reviewed the past, I did not think that you loved me; I was not vain enough for that; but, if so, how much is your character raised in my eyes; how provident, how wise your virtue! Happier and better for both, our present feelings, each to each, than if we had indulged a brief and guilty dream of passion, at war with all that leaves passion without remorse and bliss without alloy. Now-"

"Now!" interrupted Valerie, quickly, and fixing on him her dark eyes, "now you love me no more! Yes, it is better so. Well, I will go back to my cold and cheerless state of life, and forget once more that Heaven endowed me with a heart!"

86 Ah, Valerie! esteemed, revered, still beloved, not indeed with the fires of old, but with a deep, undying, and holy tenderness. Speak not thus to me. Let me not believe you unhappy; let me think that, wise, sagacious, brilliant as you are, you have employed your gifts to reconcile yourself to a common lot. Still let me look up to you when I would despise the circles in which you live, and say-' On that pedestal an altar is yet placed to which the heart may bring the offerings of the soul." "

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It is in vain-in vain that I struggle," said Valerie, half choked with emotion, and clasping her hands passionately. Ernest, I love you still; I am wretched to think you love me no more; I would give you nothing, yet I exact all; my youth is going, my beauty dimmed, my very intellect is dulled by the life I lead; and yet I ask from you that which your young heart once felt for me. Despise me, Maltravers, I am not what I seemed; I am a hypocrite-despise me."

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No," said Ernest, again possessing himself of her hand, and falling on his knee by her side. "No, never to be forgotten, ever to be honoured Valerie, hear me." As he spoke he kissed the hand he held; with the other Valerie covered her face and wept bitterly, but in silence. Ernest paused till the burst of her feelings had subsided, her hand still in his-still warmed by his kisses-kisses as pure as cavalier ever impressed on the hand of his queen.

At that time the door communicating with the next room gently opened. A fair form, a form fairer and. younger than that of Valerie de St. Ventadour, entered the apartment; the silence had deceived her; she believed that Maltravers was alone. She had entered with her heart upon her lips; love, sanguine, hopeful love in every vein, in every thought; she had entered, dreaming that across that threshold life would dawn upon her afresh; that all would be once more as it had been, when the common air was rapture. Thus she entered; and now she stood spellbound, terror-stricken, pale as death; life turned to stone; youth, hope, bliss were for ever over to her! Ernest kneeling to another was all she saw! For this had she been faithful and true amid storm and desolation; for this had she hoped, dreamed, lived. They did not note her; she was unseen, unheard. And Ernest, who would have gone barefoot to

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the end of the earth to find her, was in the very room with her, and knew it not!

"Call me again-beloved!" said Valerie, very softly. "Beloved Valerie, hear me !"

These words were enough for the listener; she turned noiselessly away: humble as that heart was, it was proud. The door closed on her; she had obtained the wish of her whole being; Heaven had heard her prayer; she had once more seen the lover of her youth, and thenceforth all was night and darkness to her. What matter what became of her? One moment, what an effect it produces upon years! ONE MOMENT! Virtue, crime, glory, shame, wo, rapture, rest upon moments! Death itself is but a moment, yet eternity is its successor!

"Hear me!" continued Ernest, unconscious of what had passed-"hear me; let us be what human nature and worldly forms seldom allow those of opposite sexes to be friends to each other and to virtue also; friends through time and absence; friends through all the vicissitudes of life; friends on whose affection shame and remorse never cast a shade; friends who are to meet hereafter! Oh, there is no attachment so true, no tie so holy as that which is founded on the old chivalry of loyalty and honour; and which is what love would be if the heart and the soul were unadulterated by clay."

There was in Ernest's countenance an expression so noble, in his voice a tone so thrilling, that Valerie was brought back at once to the nature which a momentary weakness had subdued. She looked at him with an admiring and grateful gaze, and then said in a calm but low voice, "Ernest, I understand you; yes, your friendship is dearer to me than love."

At this time they heard the voice of Lord Doningdale on the stairs. Valerie turned away. Maltravers, as he rose, extended his hand; she pressed it warmly, and the spell was broken, the temptation conquered, the ordeal passed. While Lord Doningdale entered the room, the carriage, with Herbert in it, drove to the door. In a few minutes the little party were within the vehicle. As they drove away the ostlers were harnessing the horses to the dark-green travellingcarriage. From the window a sad and straining eye gazed upon the gayer equipage of the peer; that eye which Maltravers would have given half his fortune to meet again. But he did not look up; and Alice Darvil turned away, and her fate for life was fixed!