My disappointment, that of her mother--our long-cherished hopes, but it is useless to speak of them, to bring them forward, bitter as they are, in comparison with yours.

Forget her, St.Eval; she is unworthy of you," and he wrung his hand again and again, as if in that pressure he could conquer and conceal his feelings.

At that instant Emmeline bounded joyfully into the room, unconscious that any one was with her father, and only longing to tell him the delightful news that she had received a long, long letter from Mary, telling her of their safe arrival at Geneva, at which place Mrs.Greville intended to remain for a few weeks, before she proceeded more southward.
"Look, dear papa, is not this worth receiving ?" she exclaimed, holding up the well-filled letter, and looking the personification of innocent and radiant happiness, her fair luxuriant hair pushed in disorder from her open forehead and flushed cheek, her blue eyes sparkling with irresistible glee, which was greatly heightened by her glowing smiles.
It was impossible to look on Emmeline without feeling every ruffled emotion suddenly calmed; she was so bright, so innocent, so fair a thing, that if peace and kindness had wished to take up their abode on earth, they could not have found a fairer form wherein to dwell.

As St.
Eval gazed upon the animated girl, he could not help contrasting her innocent and light-hearted pleasure with his own unmitigated sorrow.
"Your presence and your joy are mistimed, my dear Emmeline; your father appears engaged," said Mrs.Hamilton, entering almost directly after her child, and perceiving by one glance at her husband's face that something had chanced to disturb him.

"Control these wild spirits for a time till he is able to listen to you." "Do not check her, my dear Emmeline, I am not particularly engaged.