When Lady Rosamond made the disclosure to her companion, Mary Douglas, receiving the full and deep sympathy of true friendship, had she fully relieved her mind of its entire burden--its crushing weight?
Ah, no! there was hidden deep in the most remote corner of Lady Rosamond's heart a secret which she would never reveal.

Time would bring its changes.

Her ladyship would return to her native home, and, amidst its gay scenes, pass a lifetime of seeming happiness; and the secret will burn its impress in characters of flame.
One evening Lady Douglas remained in her own apartments somewhat longer than her custom.

Had prying eyes been active the cause might be assigned to the entrance of Lady Rosamond, who had joined her ladyship nearly an hour previous.

On seeing the agitated face of the pale but beautiful girl her ladyship experienced a pang of deep remorse.