After the manner in which I have been imposed upon myself, I can make allowance for others." He then turned to Amabel, and said, in a severe tone, "You are no longer my daughter." "Father!" she cried, rushing towards him and throwing herself at his feet, "do not cast me off for ever.

I am not now to blame.

It is owing to my determination to disclose all to you that the earl has thus revealed himself.

I might have deceived you further--might have fled with him." "Forgive her! oh, forgive her!" cried Mrs.Bloundel--"or, if any ill happens to her, you will be answerable for it." "Is this the truth, my lord ?" asked the grocer.
Rochester bowed stiffly in acquiescence.
"Then you are again my child," said Bloundel, raising her, and pressing her to his bosom.

"What are your intentions towards her ?" he continued, addressing the earl.
"They may be readily surmised," replied Rochester, with a scornful laugh.
"Will you wed her, if I agree to the union," asked Bloundel, trembling with concentrated rage.
Amabel looked at her lover as if her life hung on his answer.
Rochester affected not to hear the question, but, as it was repeated still more peremptorily, he repeated carelessly,--"I will consider of it." "Deceived! deceived!" cried Amabel, falling on her mother's neck, and bursting into tears.
"This outrage shall not pass unpunished," cried Bloundel.