I have not yet told you my plans.' 'Plans! are not you returning with us ?' said she, precipitately; 'are not you going to Ireland--home--with us ?' 'No--I am going to serve a campaign or two abroad.

I think every young man in these times--' 'Good heavens! What does this mean?
What can you mean ?' cried she, fixing her eyes upon his, as if she would read his very soul.

'Why?
what reason ?--Oh, tell me the truth and at once.' His change of colour--his hand that trembled, and withdrew from hers--the expression of his eyes as they met hers--revealed the truth to her at once.

As it flashed across her mind, she started back; her face grew crimson, and, in the same instant, pale as death.
'Yes--you see, you feel the truth now,' said Lord Colambre.

'You see, you feel, that I love you--passionately.' 'Oh, let me not hear it!' said she; 'I must not--ought not.