She felt her strength deserting her, yet the task was to be accomplished.
"Rosamond, my darling," said the gentle lady, "I have received a letter from Lady Bereford, who, judging from the tone of the writing, seems to have some anxiety on your behalf." This revelation afforded momentary relief to the high-born girl, who was, indeed, a lovely picture, reclining on a cushion at the feet of Lady Douglas.

A shade of sadness rested upon her face, giving her the expression of a Madonna--a study for Raphael.
"Lady Bereford intimates, in touching terms, that I am to exercise a careful surveillance upon your girlish fancies," continued her ladyship, with slight sarcasm in her tone.
"Rosamond, my darling," cried she, by way of apostrophe, "I have every reason to place in you full confidence.

I cannot see any ground for such intimation." "Your ladyship is right," returned Lady Rosamond, throwing her arms around the neck of Lady Douglas, giving full vent to the feelings which almost overwhelmed her, adding, between tears and sobs: "I have always obeyed my father's wishes and will not shrink from my duty now.

Gerald Bereford is worthy of a nobler wife than I dare ever hope to be.

He has indeed conferred on me a distinguished honor, and I must try to make amends with all the gratitude of which I am capable." Saying this the brave girl tried to force a smile, which, from its superficial nature, cost a great effort, adding: "Your ladyship will have nothing to fear; my father's wishes are mine." From the spirit of determination, which left an impress on the beautiful features of Lady Rosamond, Lady Douglas apprehended no need of interference.