I had this morning induces me to defer it no longer. I saw Miss Churchill to-day."
"Ethel!" exclaimed Norbourne, his strong and uncontrollable emotion betraying the power that her name still had over him: he tried to say something more, but the words died on his lips.
"I never saw so lovely a creature," continued his uncle: "I do not now wonder that you found it so hard to forgive me. Ah, I was wrong, very wrong!"
"My dear uncle," interrupted the other, "let there be some remembrances buried for ever in oblivion between us."
"Not yet," returned Lord Norbourne. "I feel what I owe you; the future must repay the past."
"I cannot bear you to speak thus," interrupted Courtenaye. "When I think of that gentle creature whose sweet eyes are now looking upon us, as if indeed they looked from heaven; when I recall all your kindness, and all your affection,—I feel, indeed, that you have a right to dispose of my whole existence."
