Lady Seaton," she added, slightly faltering, and the vivid blush rose to her temples, "I would see her, speak with her; yet--" "She shall come to thee, mine own, prepared to love and hail thee sister, as she hath long done.

She will not blame thee dearest; she loves, hath loved too faithfully herself.

Fear not, I will leave naught for thee to tell that can bid that cheek glow as it doth now.

She, too, will bless thee for thy love." He imprinted a fervent kiss on her cheek, and hastily left her.

Agnes remained standing as he had left her for several minutes, her hands tightly clasped, her whole soul speaking in her beautiful features, and then she sunk on her knees before a rudely-carved image of the Virgin and child, and prayed long and fervently.