Emmeline for a few minutes had retired, for the happiness, the gaiety around her, pressed with over-powering heaviness on her heart; she had turned from it almost unconsciously.
"Why, oh, why did I not confess to mamma that I could not wed another, because I still loved Arthur?
why was I so foolish as to fear to confess the truth, we should not then have met?
Why have I been so weak to hide these miserable feelings even from my mother?
how can I expect her sympathy, when she knows them not ?" So she thought, but it was now too late.

The affectionate caresses, the kind voice of her cousin Ellen roused her; controlling herself, she took Ellen's arm, and together they entered the drawing-room.

She saw no strangers, all were familiar to her eye, and rallying her spirits, she entered into conversation with St.Eval, who hastened up to her as she entered.

Ellen joined the dancers.
"I wonder why we all seem so gay and happy to-night," said St.Eval.
"Look at Captain Cameron and our pretty demure cousin Ellen, Emmeline; I never saw such devotion in my life.

Take my word for it, that will be a match one of these days, and a very pretty one.