y of his name. But Antoinette's thoughts
had taken a different course. When she awoke in the morning, her mind
reverted to the days which had immediately followed her arrival at the
chateau five years before--the days when love suddenly sprang up and
blossomed in her soul. Then, she recalled a morning when Philip
requested an interview with her. She believed herself beloved, and stole
to the trysting-place in a transport of unspeakable joy. What
consternation filled her heart when Philip told her of his love for
Dolores, and entreated her to plead his cause! The painful impression
produced by this scene gradually faded after Dolores left the chateau to
enter the convent at Avignon, and when Antoinette saw Philip becoming,
each day, more and more favorably disposed toward herself; but now this
impression returned again even more strongly and vividly than before,
and awakened fresh sorrow and despair in the poor girl's soul. Philip's
desire to postpone their marriage and his failure to keep his promises
were now explained. The cold reception he had accorded her enlightened
the poor child as to the real sentiments of the man whom she only
yesterday regarded as her husband. She found herself in the same
position she had occupied years before; the same danger threatened her
happiness with destruction--Philip loved Dolores. When the revelation
burst upon her, she could not repress a moan, and burying her face in
her pillow, she sobbed and wept unheard by Dolores, who was sleeping
peacefully only a few feet from her. All the pangs of anguish that had
tortured her five years before now returned; and her suffering was even
more poignant, for her love had increased and her hopes had grown
stronger. Her first outbreak of despair was followed by a season of
calmness which enabled her to decide upon her future course; and, after
fighting against her doubts and fears for a long time, she finally
concluded to go to Dolores and ascertain the extent of her misfortune
from this faithful friend. The first gray light of morning was stealing
into the gloomy cell when Antoinette arrived at this conclusion, and the
next moment she was up and dressed. She approached the bed upon which
Dolores was lying, still asleep. Antoinette seated herself at the foot
of the bed and waited. It was her pale face and eyes swimming with tears
that first met her companion's gaze when she awoke.

"You have been weeping, Antoinette?" she exclaimed with tender
sol