me you either wish to disavow or suppress."
"Alas! (cried Madeline, involuntarily pausing, and turning to him) of what avail would be my pity."
"Oh, it would sooth my cares; it would assuage my sorrows: Repeat, then, my Madeline, repeat the sweet assurance of it, and spare a few minutes longer to wretchedness and me."
"No, (said Madeline, who ashamed of her past weakness resolved to give no farther proof of it, ) it grows late, and I must quit this place; to continue much longer here, would, I am convinced, occasion a search after me, and consequently might subject me to the reproach of carrying on clandestine proceedings."
"Go, then, Madam! (exclaimed de Sevignie, in passionate accents) go, Madam! obey the rigid rules of propriety, and disregard my sufferings; sufferings, which you yourself have caused. Yes, Madeline, 'tis on your account my youth is
