De Courcy looked at her an instant, like one bewildered; then fiercely exclaimed, "She loves him! see you not how she loves him ?" "Wretched man!" I said, indignantly, "you have murdered her; go, and leave us to our misery." "My words seemed to penetrate his heart; his features relaxed, and, before I was aware of his design, he took your mother from me, and laid her gently on a couch.

The tide of tenderness had rushed back upon his soul, and every soft and generous feeling transiently revived.

He stood over her inanimate form, gazing on her with melancholy fondness till the tears gushed freely from his eyes, and fell on her pallid features.

At that moment, as if revived by his solicitude, she half unclosed her eyelids, and a faint glow gave signs of returning life.

De Courcy kissed her cold lips, and, murmuring a few words, which did not reach my ear, he gave one last and lingering look, and turned precipitately to leave the room.
"I had retreated from the couch, inexpressibly affected by a scene, which I fondly hoped was the dawn of returning happiness.