turn to Paris, where Monsieur D'Alembert proposes spending the winter."
"And how soon do you expect him here?" still interrogated Bertrand.
"I do not expect him at all, (answered Madame D'Alembert); he told me, just before we parted, that he was convinced some particular business, which prevented his accompanying me at the present melancholy juncture, would not be finished in time to permit him to follow me."
In two months then, thought Madeline, I shall be restored to the arms of my father; ah! how many distressing scenes have I gone through since I left them!
Father Bertrand now withdrew, but Madeline continued the remainder of the day with her friend, who, though unable at times to converse with her, seemed to derive pleasure from even looking at her. The following day, the exertions which Father
