I perceive from your face that the very idea which saddens you so much now, will have disappeared before six months have passed, and will be not only dead but forgotten in the period of absence I have assigned you." "I think you judged me better a little while ago, madame," replied the young man, "when you said that time is powerless against members of the family of Buckingham." "Silence," said the queen, kissing the duke upon the forehead with an affection she could not restrain.

"Go, go; spare me and forget yourself no longer.

I am the queen; you are the subject of the king of England; King Charles awaits your return.

Adieu, Villiers,--farewell." "Forever!" replied the young man, and he fled, endeavoring to master his emotions.
Anne leaned her head upon her hands, and then looking at herself in the glass, murmured, "It has been truly said, that a woman who has truly loved is always young, and that the bloom of the girl of twenty years ever lies concealed in some secret cloister of the heart." [1].