was at hand.

In a fatal hour, and in the transport of that enthusiasm which inspires
alike our more rash and our more sublime deeds, which makes us alike
dupes and martyrs,--the enthusiasm that tramples upon self, that
forfeits all things to a high-wrought zeal for others, Evelyn consented
to become the wife of Vargrave! Nor was she at first sensible of the
sacrifice,--sensible of anything but the glow of a noble spirit and
an approving conscience. Yes, thus, and thus alone, did she obey
both duties,--that, which she had well-nigh abandoned, to her dead
benefactor, and that to the living mother. Afterwards came a dread
reaction; and then, at last, that passive and sleep-like resignation,
which is Despair under a milder name. Yes,--such a lot had been
predestined from the first; in vain had she sought to fly it: Fate had
overtaken her, and she must submit to the decree!

She was most anxious that the intelligence of the new bond might be
transmitted instantly to Maltravers. Vargrave promised, but took care
not to perform. He was too acute not to know that in so sudden a step
Evelyn's motives would be apparent, and his own suit indelicate and
ungenerous. He was desirous that Maltravers should learn nothing till
the vows had been spoken, and the indissoluble chain forged. Afraid
to leave Evelyn, even for a day, afraid to trust her in England to an
interview with her mother,--he remained at Paris, and hurried on all the
requisite preparations. He sent to Douce, who came in person, with the
deeds necessary for the transfer of the money for the purchase of Lisle
Court, which was now to be immediately completed. The money was to
be lodged in Mr. Douce's bank till the lawyers had completed their
operations; and in a few weeks, when Evelyn had attained the allotted
age, Vargrave trusted to see himself lord alike of the betrothed bride,
and the hereditary lands of the crushed Maltravers. He refrained from
stating to Evelyn who was the present proprietor of the estate to become
hers; he foresaw all the objections she would form;--and, indeed, she
was unable to think, to talk, of such matters. One favour she had asked,
and it had been granted,--that she was to be left unmolested to her
solitude till the fatal day. Shut up in her lonely room, condemned not
to confide her thoughts, to seek for sympathy even in her mother,--the
poor girl in vain endeavoured to keep up to the tenor of her first
enthusiasm, and reconcile herself to a