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" Oh, no ; that is, not <strong>the</strong> present hall ; it was rebuilt by my<br />
grandfa<strong>the</strong>r. Sir Hugh Th<strong>or</strong>esby, Do you remember him,<br />
Walter, f<strong>or</strong> he saw you as a child ? Ho died not m<strong>or</strong>e than ix<br />
since."<br />
" Xo, " said Walter, " I do not recollect him ;<br />
and how many<br />
<strong>of</strong> you are <strong>the</strong>re now, Mary ? You see, I have f<strong>or</strong>gotten my<br />
relations while atliheirns."<br />
" Not much chance <strong>of</strong> remembering <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>re," said Mary,<br />
cheerfully.<br />
"<br />
Well, at Th<strong>or</strong>esby you would find my fa<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r, niy bro<strong>the</strong>r Henry, and Blanche, my only sister ; and<br />
she," said Mary, lowering her voice, as if she feared <strong>the</strong> rust-<br />
ling leaves overhead would hear <strong>the</strong> secret, " Blanche, is going<br />
to be a nun."<br />
"Indeed!" answered her cousin, "and when?"<br />
" In ano<strong>the</strong>r year, at fur<strong>the</strong>st, I thiuk. We must be very<br />
cautious about it, as my fa<strong>the</strong>r does not earn to bring any fresh<br />
trouble upon us owing to this step ; so we must wait till<br />
Blanche can find a safe esc<strong>or</strong>t, who will conduct her to Paris,<br />
where she will go f<strong>or</strong> a visit to my aunt, <strong>the</strong> Marquise d'Or-<br />
ville, and from <strong>the</strong>nce she can seek a convent,"<br />
" Has she fixed on any one ? "<br />
" Yes, <strong>the</strong> one just founded. You have heard <strong>of</strong> it, Walter,<br />
doubtless, it is so gl<strong>or</strong>ious <strong>the</strong> perpetual ad<strong>or</strong>ation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Blessed Sacrament. We are nil glad Blanche feela called to<br />
this institute, f<strong>or</strong> surely f<strong>or</strong> an Englishwoman <strong>the</strong>re can be no<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e suitable w<strong>or</strong>k than to make reparation f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> insults our<br />
unhappy country is daily <strong>of</strong>fering."<br />
"Yes, indeed, "said Walter; "introducing <strong>the</strong> queen's prayerbook<br />
instead <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> holy sacrifice, and hunting <strong>the</strong> faithful<br />
priests who <strong>of</strong>fer it into prison and death. "<br />
" Hush !" said Mary, suddenly ; "<strong>the</strong>re is some one com-<br />
ing."<br />
In a few moments <strong>the</strong>y were joined by L<strong>or</strong>d Beauville.<br />
" Might I crave a few minutes' conversation with Mistress<br />
Th<strong>or</strong>esby ? " said he, in his s<strong>of</strong>test tone.<br />
Walter departed, and Mary, with no little trepidation, found<br />
herself alone with <strong>the</strong> f<strong>or</strong>midable Earl ; but <strong>the</strong> interview did<br />
not prove an alarming one. Without committing himself<br />
in BO many w<strong>or</strong>ds, L<strong>or</strong>d Beauville gave Mary to understand<br />
that if she chose to arrange <strong>the</strong> baroness's fu-<br />
neral by night, and hide a priest in <strong>the</strong> house to perf<strong>or</strong>m<br />
<strong>the</strong> ceremony, he would engage that himself and his train<br />
should affect ign<strong>or</strong>ance <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> whole transaction, while <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
presence insured <strong>the</strong> latter against any molestation from <strong>the</strong><br />
civil atith<strong>or</strong>ities. When <strong>the</strong> earl left her, Mary sought Isabel,<br />
but could not rouse her to <strong>the</strong> slightest eff<strong>or</strong>t, <strong>or</strong> to express any<br />
wish on <strong>the</strong> subject.<br />
Walter and herself made all <strong>the</strong> arrangements<br />
; and two days afterwards, Bose F<strong>or</strong>d, under charge <strong>of</strong><br />
one <strong>of</strong> her fa<strong>the</strong>r's yeomen, came to <strong>the</strong> castle ; and in <strong>the</strong> same<br />
disguise in which he had quitted it, Fa<strong>the</strong>r Gerard re-entered<br />
<strong>the</strong> home <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> De Lisles.<br />
At midnight, a little group ga<strong>the</strong>red in <strong>the</strong> crypt beneath<br />
<strong>the</strong> beautiful chapel <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> castle, now disused and desolate.<br />
It was deemed safer that <strong>the</strong> mourners should only be Rose<br />
and Rachel, in addition to <strong>the</strong> family. Slowly <strong>the</strong>y recited <strong>the</strong><br />
solemn <strong>of</strong>fice <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dead, so full <strong>of</strong> mingled awe and consola-<br />
tion ; <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> holy sacrifice was <strong>of</strong>fered up ; and at length<br />
<strong>the</strong>y laid <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>pse <strong>of</strong> Alice de Lisle by <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> husband<br />
she had mourned so well f<strong>or</strong> many long years. Walter's<br />
grief was passionate ; and though f<strong>or</strong> long he struggled f<strong>or</strong><br />
control, <strong>the</strong> barrier broke down at last, and he wept unre-<br />
strain- dly. Mary, Rose, and Rachel mingled <strong>the</strong>ir tears<br />
with his, and even Fa<strong>the</strong>r Gerard was overcome at times.<br />
Isabel alone remained unmoved ;<br />
she shed no tear, uttered no<br />
sigh, not even when f<strong>or</strong>ever on earth was hidden from her eyes<br />
<strong>the</strong> f<strong>or</strong>m she loved BO fondly.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> rites were concluded,<br />
all <strong>the</strong> little party <strong>of</strong> mourners, except Rose, were anxious<br />
to seek consolation from Fa<strong>the</strong>r Gerard, as it was necessary<br />
that he should depart at an early hour in <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>ning. Isabel<br />
t to c<strong>or</strong>ae to him, and she did it almost unwillingly,<br />
mid with such a look <strong>of</strong> stony endurance written on her face that<br />
"dd gla ly have seen it exchanged f<strong>or</strong> passionate grief.<br />
"Do not, my dear child," said <strong>the</strong> priest, "exercise so<br />
T7BQRKE.<br />
violent a control over your feelings ; give way to natural grief.<br />
God does not f<strong>or</strong>bid us to mourn ra<strong>the</strong>r, He ^ith, ]'.'<br />
aro <strong>the</strong> mourners if with our s<strong>or</strong>row wo but ad<strong>or</strong>.s His holy<br />
will ;<br />
and Ho whose submission never innu equalled, had with<br />
it strong crying aud.tt'iirs. I would fa n !<<br />
"I cannot, fa<strong>the</strong>r, " was <strong>the</strong> answer; tho w<strong>or</strong>ds seemed to<br />
choke her, and she buried her face in her hands.<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Gerard spoke <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> baroness, <strong>of</strong> her patient life and<br />
holy death, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> perfect submission <strong>of</strong> her saintly soul to <strong>the</strong><br />
loving and eternal will <strong>of</strong> God.<br />
" I firmly believe," said he,<br />
"she is with <strong>the</strong> saints in gl<strong>or</strong>y."<br />
Still Isabel was not moved; Fa<strong>the</strong>r Gerard's face grew very<br />
s<strong>or</strong>rowful.<br />
"Isabel," said he, almost immediately, "we must part; and<br />
it is unlikely we shall ever meet again on earth. I am an old<br />
man, and it cannot be much longer that I can serve my Master<br />
in this w<strong>or</strong>ld. Men seek my life: God grant, in His great<br />
mercy, that I may be suffered to lay it down f<strong>or</strong> His sake. My<br />
child, over whom I have watched f<strong>or</strong> so many years, listen to<br />
me f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> last time. I have warned you bef<strong>or</strong>e, Isabel, <strong>of</strong><br />
that deadly enemy who tracks your path and lays snares f<strong>or</strong><br />
you. Beside your saintly mo<strong>the</strong>r's bed <strong>of</strong> sickness <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
not much room f<strong>or</strong> his temptations; but <strong>the</strong> case is different<br />
now, Isabel: you are going into scenes <strong>of</strong> fearful temptation.<br />
Firm must be your hold on <strong>the</strong> anch<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cross if you would<br />
not fall. Isabel, beware <strong>of</strong> pride."<br />
Isabel raised her head. "My pride would keep me from <strong>the</strong><br />
fall you hint at, fa<strong>the</strong>r. Isabel de Lisle is too proud to be a<br />
renegade from <strong>the</strong> faith <strong>of</strong> her fa<strong>the</strong>rs and <strong>the</strong> traditions <strong>of</strong> her<br />
house. "<br />
"<br />
Pride keep you close to <strong>the</strong> faith <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lowly son <strong>of</strong> Mary!"<br />
aside that self-reli-<br />
answered he. "Oh, never! O my child, lay<br />
ance, that haughty nature, too proud to mourn, too proud to<br />
seek f<strong>or</strong> aid. I would send a little child into <strong>the</strong> strife <strong>of</strong> life<br />
"<br />
with m<strong>or</strong>e confidence than I would you.<br />
"I thank you, fa<strong>the</strong>r, f<strong>or</strong> your trust in me. If I have<br />
hi<strong>the</strong>rto been so unfaithful to <strong>the</strong> religion which none can pr<strong>of</strong>ess<br />
without suffering, as to warrant you to speak thus with<br />
justice, I was ign<strong>or</strong>ant <strong>of</strong> it. You blame me f<strong>or</strong> controlling<br />
myself : methinks I need it. And such w<strong>or</strong>ds from you oil my<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r's burial night! '<br />
Isabel was burning with indignation.<br />
"<br />
It is <strong>the</strong> night <strong>of</strong> our parting, and that f<strong>or</strong>ever," rejoined<br />
<strong>the</strong> priest; and he looked up where, through <strong>the</strong> narrow win-<br />
dow, he saw <strong>the</strong> sun rising. "Something tells me that my<br />
tune draws near. We must meet once m<strong>or</strong>e, Isabel ; but <strong>the</strong>n<br />
it will be too late f<strong>or</strong> priest to warn. Will you not suffer me to<br />
speak, even in chiding truth, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> last time ? I cannot speak<br />
falsely even to comf<strong>or</strong>t you, Isabel, though my heart bleeds f<strong>or</strong><br />
you. "<br />
"<br />
F<strong>or</strong>give me, fa<strong>the</strong>r," said Isabel, bursting into tears<br />
"<br />
f<strong>or</strong>-<br />
;<br />
give me f<strong>or</strong> those sinful w<strong>or</strong>ds. I know I am unw<strong>or</strong>thy you<br />
should speak to me. Alas! without you how shall I live how<br />
;<br />
shall I ever struggle against temptation?" And <strong>the</strong>n Isabel<br />
wept long and deeply.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sun had now risen, and Fa<strong>the</strong>r Gerard was warned ha<br />
must not linger longer. <strong>The</strong> parting was brief, as partings with<br />
those who look not to meet again ever must be. Isabel, com-<br />
pletely subdued, sought her chamber as soon as Fa<strong>the</strong>r Gerard,<br />
bestowing a fervent blessing on his children, resumed his disguise,<br />
and quitted <strong>the</strong> castle with Rose.<br />
CHAPTER V.<br />
" Phe wu a Tision <strong>of</strong> delight,<br />
When first she burst upon my sight."<br />
WOBDSWOBTH.<br />
L<strong>or</strong>d Beauville began to grow impatient <strong>of</strong> his long stay at<br />
Castle de Lisle, and nei<strong>the</strong>r Walter n<strong>or</strong> Isabel was surprised<br />
when he inf<strong>or</strong>med <strong>the</strong>m it was his intention <strong>the</strong>y should both<br />
accompany him to his house <strong>of</strong> Apswell Court, situated som<br />
thirty miles from Londrn.