Where now was the elasticity of that youthful step?
Where now was that lustrous beaming beauty of mirthfulness, which was wont to dawn in those eyes?
Alas, all was changed.

The exquisite beauty of form was there, but the light of joy which had lent its most transcendent charms to that heavenly face, was gone.

Charles was by her side in a moment.

He had her hand clasped in his, while his disengaged one was wound tenderly around her taper waist.
"Flora, dear, dear Flora," he said, "you are better.

Tell me that you feel the gentle air revives you ?" She could not speak.