He took it, and drew it toward his lips, but checking himself, he only pressed it, while in a mournful voice he added, "in your prayer, sometimes remember the most desolate of men!" A mist seemed to pass over the eyes of Lady Helen.

She felt as if on the point of losing something most precious to her.

"My prayers for my own preserver, and for my father's," cried she, in an agitated voice, "shall ever be mingled.

And, if ever it be safe to remember me--should Heaven indeed arm the patriot's hand--then my father may be proud to know and to thank the brave deliverer of his child." The knight paused, and looked with animation upon her.

"Then your father is in arms, and against the tyrant! Tell me where, and you see before you a man who is ready to join him, and to lay down his life in the just cause!" At this vehement declaration, Lady Helen's full heart overflowed, and she burst into tears.