My child, my child!" he groaned aloud.
"Grahame, you are ill; my dear friend, you know not what you say," exclaimed Mr.Hamilton, terrified both at his wildness and his words.
"Come with me till this strange mood has passed; I entreat it as a favour--come." "Passed--till this mood has passed! Hamilton, it will never pass till the grave has closed over Annie and myself.

Oh, Hamilton, my friend, I had reconciled myself to this marriage; taught myself to believe that, as his wife, she might be happy; and--oh, God! can I say the words ?--she is not his wife--he is already married." His trembling limbs refused support, and he sunk, overcome by his emotion, on a chair.

Without a minute's pause, a moment's hesitation, and ere her father could find words to reply, Caroline sprung forward, and kneeling beside the wretched father, she seized his hand-- "Be calm, be comforted, dearest Mr.Grahame," she exclaimed, in a voice that caused him to gaze at her with astonishment.

"It is a mistaken tale you have heard; a cruel falsehood, to disturb your peace.

Lord Alphingham was married, but Annie is now his lawful wedded wife; the partner of his youth, the devoted woman whom for eight years he deserted, is no more.