WALDEGRAVE. A NOVEL. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II. NEW-YORK: PRINTED BY J. & J. HARPER, 82 CLIFF-ST. SOLD BY COLLINS AND HANNAY, COLLINS AND CO., G. AND C. AND H. CAR. 1829. vables APR 16 1951 CHAPTER XXV. -and if an angel Had told it trumpet tongued through Heaven, EVADNE. Ir was on a beautiful calm day about the middle of August, the sea was hushed, and scarcely a breeze whispered among the glowing leaves, when Waldegrave sought Lady Hermione's library, to replace on its shelf a book which he had taken thence. Lady Hermione was sitting before a table, with her face buried in her handkerchief. Surprised at a sight so unusual, and fearful of disturbing her, Waldegrave endeavoured to retreat, in which however he only succeeded in rousing her, and she suddenly raised her eyes. She appeared to have been weeping, but dashing away the tears, and rising, she begged he would come in. Seeing that Waldegrave hesitated to obey her, she advanced towards him smiling, and, apparently to escape his observation, asked if he wanted her assistance in looking for another volume. 66 I fear," said Waldegrave, "that I have disturbed you. I should not have intruded now-you are ill." "and you "I am not ill," said she, in a dejected tone; never were so welcome. When the heart sinks, dear Mr. Waldegrave, a real friend is an angel from heaven." "You have no cause for uneasiness, I trust," said Waldegrave, in a voice that spoke his sympathy with her distress. Nothing new," said she; "I am a lone being in a world where there are few objects I could have loved, and.. 66 but why should I say this to you? Heaven grant that you may never know the chill of sorrow, that your day may be bright as mine is dark; that your light may be the eternal sun, not the ignis fatuus that gleams for a moment over my path, to show me the blackness of my night.' |