Lucille continued:-- "That which I foresaw has come to pass; I am no longer to you what I once was, when you could clothe this poor form and this homely face with a beauty they did not possess.

You would wed me still, it is true; but I am proud, Eugene, and cannot stoop to gratitude where I once had love.
I am not so unjust as to blame you; the change was natural, was inevitable.

I should have steeled myself more against it; but I am now resigned.

We must part; you love Julie--that too is natural--and _she_ loves you; ah! what also more in the probable course of events?
Julie loves you, not yet, perhaps, so much as I did; but then she has not known you as I have, and she whose whole life has been triumph cannot feel the gratitude that I felt at fancying myself loved; but this will come--God grant it! Farewell, then, forever, dear Eugene; I leave you when you no longer want me; you are now independent of Lucille; wherever you go, a thousand hereafter can supply my place.

Farewell!" She rose, as she said this, to leave the room; but St.Amand seizing her hand, which she in vain endeavoured to withdraw from his clasp, poured forth incoherently, passionately, his reproaches on himself, his eloquent persuasion against her resolution.
"I confess," said he, "that I have been allured for a moment; I confess that Julie's beauty made me less sensible to your stronger, your holier, oh! far, far holier title to my love! But forgive me, dearest Lucille; already I return to you, to all I once felt for you; make me not curse the blessing of sight that I owe to you.