I would it were leagues distant, or the door not forbidden!' 'I could minister to a good knight humbly.' Alvan bent to her, on a sudden prompting: 'When do father and mother arrive ?' 'To-morrow.' He took her hand.

'To-morrow, then! The worst of omens is delay.' Clotilde faintly gasped.

Could he mean it ?--he of so evil a name in her family and circle! Her playfulness and pleasure in the game of courtliness forsook her.
'Tell me the hour when it will be most convenient to them to receive me,' said Alvan.
She stopped walking in sheer fright.
'My father--my mother ?' she said, imaging within her the varied horror of each and the commotion.
'To-morrow or the day after--not later.

No delays! You are mine, we are one; and the sooner my cause is pleaded the better for us both.

If I could step in and see them this instant, it would be forestalling mischances.