CHAPTER II.
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul.
SHAKESPEARE Madame St.Aubert was interred in the neighbouring village church; her husband and daughter attended her to the grave, followed by a long train of the peasantry, who were sincere mourners of this excellent woman.
On his return from the funeral, St.Aubert shut himself in his chamber.
When he came forth, it was with a serene countenance, though pale in sorrow.

He gave orders that his family should attend him.

Emily only was absent; who, overcome with the scene she had just witnessed, had retired to her closet to weep alone.

St.Aubert followed her thither: he took her hand in silence, while she continued to weep; and it was some moments before he could so far command his voice as to speak.

It trembled while he said, 'My Emily, I am going to prayers with my family; you will join us.