erful reasons for concealing her from her husband, her whole soul was engrossed in trying to develop those reasons; but like the other mysteries which had tortured it, she vainly tried to do so.
"Ah! Madeline (said Madame D'Alembert, in a melancholy voice) I fear this silence bodes me no good."
"My dearest Madam, (cried Madeline) I would at once have answered you, could I at once have determined how to act; but I will acknowledge though my affection for you prompts me to comply with your request, my pride makes me revolt from the idea of becoming the unknown guest of any person; besides—besides (with some little hesitation) there is a kind of apprehension mingled with that pride. I recollect the particular, the impressive manner, in which my beloved benefactress bade me remember, that whenever Monsieur D'Alembert came to the chateau, she did not desire me to continue in it; and her words, together with those you have uttered, make me fear that Monsieur has some secret enmity against me, though for
