Something, however, it was necessary that he should say.

He walked a while by her in silence, decapitating the ferns, and then coming close to her, he said-- 'Linda, dear Linda! you are not angry with me ?' Linda, however, answered nothing.

'Linda, dearest Linda! speak one word to me.' 'Don't!' said Linda through her tears.

'Pray don't, Alaric; pray don't.' 'Well, Linda, I will not say another word to you now.

Let us walk gently; we shall catch them up quite in time before they leave the park.' And so they sauntered on, exchanging no further words.