book I sent you ?” (it was one of De Staél’s.)

“Yes; but it disappoints me,”
But is it sive ? is there so nigh melancholy. in life ? are the _ affections so full of bitterness? For me, I am so happy when ith those I love! When I am with my mother, the air seems ore fragrant—the skies more blue: it is surely not affection, ut the absence of it, that makes us melancholy ?” _ “Perhaps so; but if we had never known affection, we might ‘not miss it: and the brilliant Frenchwoman speaks from memory, _ while you speak from hope—Memory, which is the ghost of joy: yet surely, even in the indulgence of affection, there is at times a certain melancholy—a certain fear. Have you never felt it, ~ even with—with your mother ?” é _“ Ah, yes! when she suffered, or when I have thought she loved me less than I desired.” ae _ ©That must have been an idle and vain thought. Your a _ mother! does she resemble you ?” ; : “J wish I could think so. Oh, if you knew her! I have - longed so often that you were acquainted with each other! It _ was she who taught me to sing your songs.” _ “My dear Mrs. Hare, we may as well throw up our cards,” aid the keen clear voice of Lord Vargrave: ‘you have played most admirably, and I know that your last card will be the ace of trumps; still the luck is against us.” “No, no; pray play, it Ne my lord.” a “Quite useless, ma’am,” said Sir John, showing two honours. 4 “We have only the trick to make.” “Quite useless,” echoed Lumley, tossing down his ieee 2 and rising with a careless yawn. “How d’ye do, Maltravers ?” " Maltravers rose ; and Vargrave turned to Evelyn, and addressed
Bier in a whisper. The proud Maltravers walked away, and a pre a sigh; a moment more, and he saw Lord Vargrave occupying the chair he had left vacant. He laid his hand on _Cleveland’s shoulder. “The carriage is waiting—are you ready ?”