his natural tone that his voice sounded quite strange to

me.

'You won't be angry, Eustace, if I tell you?' I said. 'My uncle, as I understood him, had several motives for writing to the Major. One of them was to inquire if he knew your mother's address.'

Eustace suddenly stood still.

I paused at the same moment, feeling that I could venture no further without the risk of offending him.

To speak the truth, his conduct, when he first mentioned. our engagement to my uncle, had been (so far as appearances went) a little flighty and strange. The Vicar had naturally questioned him about his family. He had answered that his father was dead; and he had consented, though not very readily, to announce his contemplated marriage to his mother. Informing us that she too lived in the country, he had gone to see her-without more particularly mentioning her address. In two days he had returned to the Vicarage with a very startling message. His mother intended no disrespect to me or my relatives; but she disapproved so absolutely of her son's marriage that she (and the members of her family, who all agreed with her) would refuse to be present at the ceremony, if Mr. Woodville persisted in keeping his engagement with Doctor Starkweather's niece. Being asked to explain this extraordinary communication, Eustace had told us that his mother and his sisters were bent on his marrying another lady, and that they were bitterly mortified and disappointed by his choosing a stranger to the family. This explanation was enough for me; it implied, so far as I was concerned, a compliment to my superior influence over Eustace, which a woman always receives with pleasure. But it failed to satisfy my uncle and my aunt. The Vicar expressed to Mr. Woodville a wish to write to his mother, or to see her, on the subject of her strange message. Eustace obstinately declined to mention hist

mother's address, on the ground that the Vicar's interference would be utterly useless. My uncle at once drew the conclusion that the mystery about the address indicated something wrong. He refused to favour Mr. Woodville's renewed proposal for my hand ; and he wrote the same day to make inquiries of Mr. Woodville's reference, and of his own friend -Major Fitz-David.

Under such circumstances as these, to speak of my uncle's motives was to venture on very delicate ground. Eustace relieved me from further embarrassment by asking a question to which I could easily reply.

'Has your uncle received any answer from Major FitzDavid?' he inquired.

'Yes.'

'Were you allowed to read it?' His voice sank as he said those words; his face betrayed a sudden anxiety which it pained me to see.

'I have got the answer with me to show you,' I said. He almost snatched the letter out of my hand; he turned his back on me to read it by the light of the moon. The letter was short enough to be soon read. I could have repeated it at the time. I can repeat it now.

'DEAR VICAR,-Mr. Eustace Woodville is quite correct in stating to you that he is a gentleman by birth and position, and that he inherits (under his deceased father's will) an independent fortune of two thousand a year. 6 Always yours,

'LAWRENCE FITZ-DAVID.'

'Can any one wish for a plainer answer than that?' Eustace asked, handing the letter back to me.

'If I had written for information about you,' I answered, 'it would have been plain enough for me.' 'Is it not plain enough for your uncle?'

'No.'

'What does he say?'

'Why need you care to know, my darling?'

'I want to know, Valeria. There must be no secret between us in this matter. Did your uncle say anything when he showed you the Major's letter?'

'Yes.'

'What was it?'

'My uncle told me that his letter of inquiry filled three pages, and he bade me observe that the Major's answer contained one sentence only. He said, "I volunteered to go to Major Fitz-David and talk the matter over. You see, he takes no notice of my proposal. I asked him for the address of Mr. Woodville's mother. He passes over my request, as he has passed over my proposal-he studiously confines himself to the shortest possible statement of bare facts. Use your own common sense, Valeria. Isn't this rudeness rather remarkable on the part of a man who is a gentleman by birth and breeding, and who is also a friend of mine?" '

Eustace stopped me there.

'Did you answer your uncle's question?' he asked.

'No,' I replied. 'I only said that I did not understand the Major's conduct.'

'And what did your uncle say next? If you love me, Valeria, tell me the truth.'

'He used very strong language, Eustace. He is an old man; you must not be offended with him.'

'I am not offended. What did he say?'

'He said, "Mark my words! There is something under the surface in connexion with Mr. Woodville, or with his family, to which Major Fitz-David is not at liberty to allude. Properly interpreted, Valeria, that letter is a warning. Show it to Mr. Woodville, and tell him (if you like) what I have just told you"

Eustace stopped me again.

'You are sure your uncle said those words?' he asked, scanning my face attentively in the moonlight.

'Quite sure.

don't think that!'

But I don't say what my uncle says. Pray

He suddenly pressed me to his bosom, and fixed his eyes on mine. His look frightened me.

'Good-bye, Valeria!' he said. Try and think kindly of me, my darling, when you are married to some happier man.' He attempted to leave me. I clung to him in an agony of

terror that shook me from head to foot.

'What do you mean?' I asked, as soon as I could speak. 'I am yours and yours only. What have I said, what have I done, to deserve those dreadful words?'

'We must part, my angel,' he answered, sadly.

The fault

is none of yours; the misfortune is all mine. My Valeria! how can you marry a man who is an object of suspicion to your nearest and dearest friends? I have led a dreary life. I have never found in any other woman the sympathy with me, the sweet comfort and companionship, that I find in you. Oh, it is hard to lose you! it is hard to go back again to my unfriended life! I must make the sacrifice, love, for your sake. I know no more why that letter is what it is than you do. Will your uncle believe me? Will your friends believe me? One last kiss, Valeria! Forgive me for having loved you-passionately, devotedly loved you. Forgive me― and let me go!'

I held him desperately, recklessly. His eyes put me beside myself; his words filled me with a frenzy of despair.

'Go where you may,' I said, 'I go with you! Friendsreputation-I care nothing who I lose, or what I lose. Oh, Eustace, I am only a woman-don't madden me! I can't live without you. I must and will be your wife!' Those wild words were all I could say before the misery and madness in me forced their way outward in a burst of sobs and tears.

He yielded. He soothed me with his charming voice; he brought me back to myself with his tender caresses. He called the bright heaven above us to witness that he devoted his whole life to me. He vowed-oh, in such solemn, such eloquent words!-that his one thought, night and day, should be to prove himself worthy of such love as mine. And had he not nobly redeemed the pledge? Had not the betrothal of that memorable night been followed by the betrothal at the altar, by the vows before God? Ah, what a life was before me ! What more than mortal happiness was mine!

Again, I lifted my head from his bosom to taste the dear delight of seeing him by my side-my life, my love, my husband, my own!

Hardly awakened yet from the absorbing memories of the past to the sweet realities of the present, I let my cheek touch his cheek, I whispered to him softly, 'Oh, how I love you! how I love you!'

The next instant I started back from him. My heart stood still. I put my hand up to my face. What did I feel on my cheek? (I had not been weeping-I was too happy.) What did I feel on my cheek? A tear!

His face was still averted from me. I turned it towards me, with my own hands, by main force.

I looked at him-and saw my husband, on our weddingday, with his eyes full of tears.

CHAPTER III.

RAMSGATE SANDS.

EUSTACE Succeeded in quieting my alarm.

But I can hardly

say that he succeeded in satisfying my mind as well.