But here Alice was singularly dull--she listened in meek patience to Mrs.Leslie's lecture; but it evidently made but slight impression on her.

She had not yet seen enough of the social state to correct the first impressions of the natural: and all she could say in answer to Mrs.Leslie was: "It may be all very true, madam, but I have been so much better since I knew him!" But though Alice took humbly any censure upon herself, she would not hear a syllable insinuated against Maltravers.

When, in a very natural indignation, Mrs.Leslie denounced him as a destroyer of innocence--for Mrs.Leslie could not learn all that extenuated his offence--Alice started up with flashing eyes and heaving heart, and would have hurried from the only shelter she had in the wide world--she would sooner have died--she would sooner even have seen her child die, than done that idol of her soul, who, in her eyes, stood alone on some pinnacle between earth and heaven, the wrong of hearing him reviled.

With difficulty Mrs.
Leslie could restrain, with still more difficulty could she pacify and soothe her; and for the girl's petulance, which others might have deemed insolent or ungrateful, the woman-heart of Mrs.Leslie loved her all the better.

The more she saw of Alice, and the more she comprehended her story and her character, the more was she lost in wonder at the romance of which this beautiful child had been the heroine, and the more perplexed she was as to Alice's future prospects.
At length, however, when she became acquainted with Alice's musical acquirements, which were, indeed, of no common order, a light broke in upon her.