"And yet," she said, "how many in my place--left alone and unprotected, as I am--But I must not--I must not--for your sake, Julian, I must not." "Say not for my sake you must not, Alice," said Peveril eagerly; "this is adding insult to cruelty.

If you will do aught for my sake, you will say yes; or you will suffer this dear head to drop on my shoulder--the slightest sign--the moving of an eyelid, shall signify consent.

All shall be prepared within an hour; within another the priest shall unite us; and within a third, we leave the isle behind us, and seek our fortunes on the continent." But while he spoke, in joyful anticipation of the consent which he implored, Alice found means to collect together her resolution, which, staggered by the eagerness of her lover, the impulse of her own affections, and the singularity of her situation,--seeming, in her case, to justify what would have been most blamable in another,--had more than half abandoned her.
The result of a moment's deliberation was fatal to Julian's proposal.
She extricated herself from the arm which had pressed her to his side--arose, and repelling his attempts to approach or detain her, said, with a simplicity not unmingled with dignity, "Julian, I always knew I risked much in inviting you to this meeting; but I did not guess that I could have been so cruel to both to you and to myself, as to suffer you to discover what you have to-day seen too plainly--that I love you better than you love me.

But since you do know it, I will show you that Alice's love is disinterested--She will not bring an ignoble name into your ancient house.

If hereafter, in your line, there should arise some who may think the claims of the hierarchy too exorbitant, the powers of the crown too extensive, men shall not say these ideas were derived from Alice Bridgenorth, their whig granddame." "Can you speak thus, Alice ?" said her lover.