She sobbed bitterly.

"It is at this trying moment I miss my dear mother," murmured the poor girl in faltering accents of outspoken grief.

"Heaven pity those who have no mother.

With her loving and tender heart my mother never would have allowed the sanctity of my feelings to be thus invaded and trampled upon.

And my dear father, I love him, but can I fulfil his wishes?
It is my duty! Oh, heaven direct me!" Poor Lady Rosamond! Her sorrow was indeed deep.