ing that his watch would at
least preserve him for some time from the horrors of want; and that by
the sale of the trinket, he might be traced. The police, too, were set
at work,--the vigilant police of Paris! Still day rolled on day, and no
tidings. The secret of the escape was carefully concealed from
Teresa; and public cares were a sufficient excuse for the gloom on De
Montaigne's brow.

Evelyn heard from Maltravers with mingled emotions of compassion, grief,
and awe the gloomy tale connected with the history of the maniac. She
wept for the fate of Florence; she shuddered at the curse that had
fallen on Cesarini; and perhaps Maltravers grew dearer to her from the
thought that there was so much in the memories of the past that needed a
comforter and a soother.

They returned to Paris, affianced and plighted lovers; and then it was
that Evelyn sought carefully and resolutely to banish from her mind all
recollection, all regret, of the absent Legard: she felt the solemnity
of the trust confided in her, and she resolved that no thought of hers
should ever be of a nature to gall the generous and tender spirit that
had confided its life of life to her care. The influence of Maltravers
over her increased in their new and more familiar position, and yet
still it partook too much of veneration, too little of passion; but
that might be her innocence and youth. He, at least, was sensible of no
want,--she had chosen him from the world; and fastidious as he deemed
himself, he reposed, without a doubt, on the security of her faith. None
of those presentiments which had haunted him when first betrothed
to Florence disturbed him now. The affection of one so young and so
guileless seemed to bring back to him all his own youth--we are ever
young while the young can love us! Suddenly, too, the world took to his
eyes a brighter and fairer aspect. Hope, born again, reconciled him to
his career and to his race! The more he listened to Evelyn, the more he
watched every evidence of her docile but generous nature, the more he
felt assured that he had found at last a heart suited to his own. Her
beautiful serenity of temper, cheerful, yet never fitful or unquiet,
gladdened him with its insensible contagion. To be with Evelyn was like
basking in the sunshine of some happy sky! It was an inexpressible
charm to one wearied with "the hack sights and sounds" of this jaded
world,--to watch the ever-fresh and sparkling the thoughts and fancies
whi