I fear I have not only entailed lasting misery on that poor girl, but also thrown a barrier in the way of my own happiness, which it will be impossible to surmount.

I feel I love Julia Franklin with ardour and sincerity; yet, when in her presence, I am sensible of my own inability to offer a heart worthy her acceptance, and remain silent." Full of these painful thoughts, Montraville walked out to see Charlotte: she saw him approach, and ran out to meet him: she banished from her countenance the air of discontent which ever appeared when he was absent, and met him with a smile of joy.
"I thought you had forgot me, Montraville," said she, "and was very unhappy." "I shall never forget you, Charlotte," he replied, pressing her hand.
The uncommon gravity of his countenance, and the brevity of his reply, alarmed her.
"You are not well," said she; "your hand is hot; your eyes are heavy; you are very ill." "I am a villain," said he mentally, as he turned from her to hide his emotions.
"But come," continued she tenderly, "you shall go to bed, and I will sit by, and watch you; you will be better when you have slept." Montraville was glad to retire, and by pretending sleep, hide the agitation of his mind from her penetrating eye.

Charlotte watched by him till a late hour, and then, lying softly down by his side, sunk into a profound sleep, from whence she awoke not till late the next morning..