Thus, then, your generosity can never be evinced but to him on whom you bestow your hand.

Ah, let me recall that melancholy scene.
Your benefactor on his death-bed, your mother kneeling by his side, your hand clasped in mine, and those lips, with their latest breath, uttering at once a blessing and a command." "Ah, cease, cease, my lord!" said Evelyn, sobbing.
"No; bid me not cease before you tell me you will be mine.

Beloved Evelyn, I may hope,--you will not resolve against me ?" "No," said Evelyn, raising her eyes and struggling for composure; "I feel too well what should be my duty; I will endeavor to perform it.

Ask me no more now.

I will struggle to answer you as you wish hereafter." Lord Vargrave, resolved to push to the utmost the advantage he had gained, was about to reply when he heard a step behind him; and turning round, quickly and discomposed, beheld a venerable form approaching them.