And here she was, left to float or founder! Alvan had gone.

The man rageing over the room, abusing her 'infamous lover, the dirty Jew, the notorious thief, scoundrel, gallowsbird,' etc., etc., frightful epithets, not to be transcribed--was her father.

He had come, she knew not how.

Alvan had tossed her to him.
Abuse of a lover is ordinarily retorted on in the lady's heart by the brighter perception of his merits; but when the heart is weak, the creature suffering shame, her lover the cause of it, and seeming cruel, she is likely to lose all perception and bend like a flower pelted.

Her cry to him: 'If you had been wiser, this would not have been!' will sink to the inward meditation: 'If he had been truer!'-- and though she does not necessarily think him untrue for charging him with it, there is already a loosening of the bonds where the accusation has begun.