ere this would have afforded me the melancholy pleasure of knowing I was descended from so amiable a woman, and taught me to reverence her memory; but what he wishes to hide I will not try to discover, confident as I am that if a full explanation of past events could have given me pleasure, I should have received it from him."
When St. Julian came within sight of his father's residence, the strong emotions which the idea of his approaching interview with that father inspired, took from him all further power of utterance.
The day was declining, and the deep gloom of the forest heightened the melancholy which the recital of past events had infused into the hearts of the travellers.
As soon as the carriage entered the court, the doors of the hall were thrown open, and a number of servants appeared, with eager
