" It is a flattering promise, truly/' said the Creole ;

" but to obtain such implicit credence you must go to my

aunt's Scotch woman, who puts faith in the second-sight,

a superstition in which I am not yet a believer. But what

is this hope, which demands such a golden consummation? "

" To marry Grace Rivers," answered the woman,

with an emphatic pause between each word, at the same

time placing her hand upon his arm as if to judge of the

effect of the communication j and she had well estimated its

power. He started up, as from an electric shock, and for

some minutes stood gazing intently

at the speaker, as if he

expected a bodily change to come over her ; but there she

sat, in the same quiet attitude, neither moved by his emotion

nor surprised at his amazement. The gloom of the

place would not allow him to distinguish the smile that

played on her face, but it was implied in the very tone of

her voice when she spoke :

" Pray sit down again, and do not stand staring about

me for a black cat or a broomstick, as though I were a

witch. Is it any thing marvellous, that one who has known

love in all its phases should be able to detect the signs of

the passion in another, more especially when that other has

been watched so narrowly as I have watched WalterTyrrel?

I could tell you things infinitely more startling, without

reference to any familiar but experience."

{C I will doubt nothing you can tell me hereafter," said

the Creole, resuming his seat. " By heaven you have

bared my heart before me, and shown me hopes, and wishes,

as strange to me as my own person, before I saw it reflected

in a glass ! But say on, for I recognise the augury, and

from this moment you shall be my oracle and my guide."

" I have confessed to you," said the woman, " that I

have been a very spy for your sake ; I have walked with

some as silently as their shadows, and I have talked with

others who thought they were conversing with a man ;

but that was a masquerade. I have watched and listened ;

and you shall have the sum of my intelligence. One thing

is certain ; your love for Miss Rivers must be hatred of

your two cousins, for the youngest is your rival, and, I fear,

a favoured one."

p 3

More magazines by this user
Similar magazines