and, for the first time, he felt remorse: he almost trembled to think how completely his daughter was deceived, while he also felt that her happiness could not be dearly purchased. And yet, Norbourne—was he not his victim, and made such by all that was most generous in his nature? Had he stood alone, his uncle was perfectly aware that no wealth, no rank, no worldly advantage, would have moved him; but his mother had been the tie, and Lord Norbourne started to think how mercilessly he had enforced his power. A glance at Constance somewhat reassured him. Could his nephew be long wholly given up to vain regrets, with one so devoted, and so sweet, at his side? Such affection must bring with it hope and healing. For the first time, too, he thought with pity on her who was forsaken. He knew there was some prior attachment. What at this moment might not some young and lovely victim be suffering!
But it was not in his temper to dwell long on vain regrets: he soothed them by turning to the numerous advantages which
