Let me be loved,--I ask no more." "You love my son, Gabriella ?" "Love him!" I repeated,--"oh that you could look into my heart!" Blushing at the fervor of my manner, I turned my crimson face from her gaze.

Then I remembered that he knew not yet what might place an insurmountable barrier between us, and I entreated Mrs.Linwood to tell him what I wanted courage to relate.
"I will, my child, but it will make no difference with him.

His high, chivalrous sense of honor will make the circumstances of your birth but a new claim on his protection,--and his purposes are as immovable as his passions are strong.

But let us talk no more to-night.

It is late, and you need rest.