" Italian !" cried Mrs. Hazeldean. “Well, | English woman, and a Protestant. We will I said so from the first. Italian !--that's all, not, therefore, do any thing to encourage the is it?" and she smiled.

| idea. But it Frank's happiness becomes really Randal was more and more perplexed. The at stake, then we will step in. In short, we pupil of his eye contracted, as it does when would neither encourage nor oppose. You we retreat into ourselves, and think, watch, understand ?” and keep gniard.

“Perfectly." “And perhaps," resumed Mrs. Hazeldean, “And, in the mean while, it is quite right with a very sunny expression of countenance, that Frank should see the world, and try to * you have noticed this in Frank since he was distract his mind, or at least to know it. And here?"

I dare say it has been some thought of that " It is true," murmured Randal ; " but I kind which has prevented his coming here." think his heart or his fancy was touched even Randal, dreading a further and plainer before.”

éclaircissement, now rose, and saying, “Par* Very natural,” said Mrs. Hazeldean ; don me, but I must hurry over breakfast, and " how could he help it?—such a beautiful be back in time to catch the coach”—offered creature! Well, I must not ask you to tell his arm to his hostess, and led lier into the Frank's secrets; but I guess the object of at- breakfast parlor. Devouring his meal, as if traction; and though she will have no for- in great häste, he then mounted his horse, tune to speak of-and it is not such a match and, taking cordial leave of his entertainers, as he might form-still she is so amiable, and trotted briskly away. has been so well brought up, and is so little All things favored his project-even chance like one's general notions of a Roman Catho- had befriended him in Mrs. Hazeldean's mislic, that I think I could persuade Hazeldean take. She had not unnaturally supposed Viointo giving his consent."

lante to have captivated Frank on liis last visit "Ah!" said Randal, drawing a long breath, to the Hall. Thus, while Randal had certiand beginning with his practised acuteness to fied his own mind that nothing could inore detect Mrs. Hazeldean's error, “I am very exasperate the Squire than an alliance with much relieved and rejoiced to hear this; and Madame di Negra, he could yet assure Frank I may venture to give Frank some hope, if I that Mrs. Hazeldean was all on his side. And find himn disheartened and disponding, poor when the error was discovered, Mrs. Hazelfellow!"

dean would only have to blame herself' for it. "I think you may," replied Mrs. Hazeldean, Still more successful had his diplomacy prov. laughing pleasantly. “But you should not ed with the Riccaboccas; he had ascertained have frightened poor William so, hinting that the secret he had come tu discover; he should the lady knew very little English. She has induce the Italian to remove to the neighboran accent, to be sure; but she speaks our hood of London ; and if Violante were the tongue very prettily. I always forget that great heiress he suspected her to prove, whoin she's not English born! Ha, ha, poor Wil-else of her own age would she see but him ? liam!”

And the old Leslie domains—to be sold in Randal.-" Ha, ha!”

two years-a portion of the dowry might Mrs. Hazeldean.-“We had once thought purchase them! Flushed by the triumph of of another match for Frank-a girl of good his craft, all former vacillations of conscience English family."

| ceased. In high and fervent spirits he passed Randal.-" Miss Sticktorights ?”

the Casino, the garden of which was solitary Mrs. Hazeldean.—“No; that's an old whim and deserted, reached his home, and, telling of Ilazeldean's. But he knows very well that Oliver to be studious, and Juliet to be patient, the Sticktorights would never merge their walked thence to meet the coach and regain property in ours. Bless yon, it would be all the capital. off the moment they came to settlements, and had to give up the right of way. We thought

CHAPTER XI. of a very different match; but there's no VIOLANTE was seated in her own little room, dictating to young hearts, Mr. Leslie." and looking from the window on the terrace

Randal.-" Indeed no, Mrs. Hazeldean. that stretched below. The day was warm But since we now understand each other so tor the time of year. The orange-trees had well, excuse me if I suggest that you had bet- been removed under shelter for the approach ter leave things to themselves, and not write of winter; but where they had stood sat to Frank on the subject. Young hearts, you Mrs. Riccabocca at work. In the Belvidere, know, are often stimulated by apparent dif- | Riccabocca himself was conversing with his ficulties, and grow cool when the obstacle favorite servant. But the casements and the vanishes."

door of the Belvidere were open; and where Mrs. Hazeldean.-“Very possibly; it was they sat, both wife and daughter conld see not so with Hazeldean and me. But I shall the Padrone leaning against the wall, with not write to Frank on the subject, for a dif- his arms folded, and his eyes fixed on the ferent reason-though I would consent to the floor; while Jackeymo, with one finger on match, and so would William, yet we both his master's arm, was talking to him with viswould rather, after all, that Frank married an ible earnestness. And the daughter from the

window, and the wife from her work, direct-, health of her childhood. Her elastic steped tender anxious eyes towards the still her eyes full of sweetness and light-her thoughtful forın so dear to both. For the bloom, at once soft and luxuriant-all spoke last dav or two Riccabocca had been pecu- of the vital powers fit to sustain a mind of liarly abstracted, even to gloom. Each felt such exquisite mould, and the emotions of there was something stirring at his heart-- a heart that, once aroused, could ennoble the neither as yet knew what.

passions of the South with the purity and deViolante's room silently revealed the na- votion of the North. ture of the education by which her character Solitude makes some natures more timid, had been formed. Save a sketch book which some more bold. Violante was fearless. When lay open on a desk at hand, and which show- she spoke, her eyes frankly met your own; ed talent exquisitely tanght (for in this Ric- and she was so ignorant of evil, that as yet cabocca had been her teacher), there was no- she seemed nearly unacquainted with shame. thing that spoke of the ordinary female ac- From this courage, combined with affluence complishments. No piano stood open, no of idea, came a delightful flow of happy conharp occupied yon nook, which seemed made verse. Though possessing so imperfectly the for one; no broidery frame, nor implements accomplishments ordinarily tanght to young of work, betrayed the usual and graceful re- women, and which may be cultured to the sources of a girl; but ranged on shelves utmost, and yet leave the thoughts so barren, against the wall were the best writers in and the talk so vapid-she had that accomEnglish, Italian, and French; and these be-plishment which most pleases the taste, and tokened an extent of reading, that he who coinmands the love of the man of talent; eswishes for a companion to his mind in the pecially if his talent be not so actively emsweet company of woman, which softens and ployed as to make him desire only relaxation retines all it gives and takes in interchange, where he seeks companionship—the accomwill never condemn as masculine. You had plishment of facility in intellectual interbut to look into Violante's face to see how change—the charm that clothes in musical noble was the intelligence that brought soul words beautiful womanly ideas. to those lovely features. Nothing hard, no- “I hear him sigh at this distance," said thing dry and stern was there. Even as you Violante softly, as she still watched her fadetected knowledge, it was lost in the gentle- ther; "and methinks this is a new grief, and ness of grace. In fact, whatever she gained not for his country. Ile spoke twice yesterin the graver kinds of inforination, became day of that dear English friend, and wished transmuted, through her heart and her fancy, that he were here." into spiritual golden stores. Give her some As she said this, unconsciously the virgin tedious and arid history, her imagination seiz- blushed, her hands drooped on her knee, and ed upon beauties other readers had passed by, she fell herself into thought as profound as and, like the eye of the artist, detected every her father's, but less gloomy. From lier arriwhere the Picturesque. Something in her val in England, Violante had been taught a mind seemed to reject all that was mean and grateful interest in the name of Harley L'Escommonplace, and to bring out all that was trange. Her father, preserving a silence that rare and elevated in whatever it received. seemed disdain, of all his old Italian intimates, Living so apart from all companions of her had been pleased to converse with open heart aye, she scarcely belonged to the Present of the Englishman who had saved where countime. She dwelt in the Past, as Sabrina in i trymen had betrayed. He spoke of the solher crystal well. Images of chivalry-of the dier, then in the full bloom of youth, who, Beautiful and the Heroic—such as, in read-unconsoled by fame, had nursed the memory ing the silvery line of Tasso, rise before us, of some hidden sorrow amidst the pine-trees softening force and valor into love and song--that cast their shadow over the sunny Italian hannted the reveries of the fair Italian maid. lake; how Riccabocca, then honored and

Tell us not that the Past, examined by cold happy, had courted from his seclusion the Philosophy, was no better and no loftier than English Signor, then the mourner and the the Present; it is not thus seen by pure and voluntary exile; how they had grown friends generous eyes. Let the Past perish, when it amidst the landscapes in which her eyes had ceases to retlect on its magic mirror the beau- opened to the day; how Harley had vainly titul Romance which is its noblest reality, warned him from the rash schemes in which though percbance but the shadow of Delusion. he had sought to reconstruct in an hour the

Yet Violante was not merely the dreamer. ruins of weary ages; how, when abandoned, In her, lite was so puissant and rich, that ac- deserted, proscribed, pursued, he had fled for tion seeined necessary to its glorious devel-life-the infant Violante clasped to his bosom opinent- action, but still in the woman's the English soldier had given him refuge, sphere-action to bless and to refine and to baffled the pursuiers, armed his servants, icexalt all around her, and to pour whatever companied the fugitive at night towards the else of ambition was left unsatisfied into sym- defile in the Apennines, and, when the emispathy with the aspirations of man. Despite saries of a perfidious enemy, hot in the chase, her father's fears of the bleak air of England, came near, he said, “You have your child to in that air she had strengthened the delicate save! Fly on! Another league, and you are beyond the borders. We will delay the foes | “I do, indeed,” returned Riccabocca, with with parley; they will not harm us." And emotion. “I leave this place, in the fear not till escape was gained did the father know lest my enemies discover me. I shall say to that the English friend had delayed the foe, others that you are of an age to require not by parley, but by the sword, holding the teachers, not to be obtained here. But I pass against numbers, with a breast as daunt- should like none to know where we go." less as Bayard's in the immortal bridge. 1 The Italian said these last words through

And since then, the same Englishnan had his teeth, and hanging his head. Ile said never ceased to vindicate his name, to urge them in shame. his cause, and if hope yet remained of resto- “My mother—(so Violante always called ration to land and honors, it was in that un- Jemima)-my mother, you have spoken to tiring zeal.

her?" Hence, naturally and insensibly, this seclud- “Not yet. There is the difficulty.” ed and musing girl had associated all that she “No difficulty, for she loves you so well,” read in tales of romance and chivalry with replied Violante, with soft reproach. “Ah, the image of the brave and loyal stranger. why not also confide in her ? Who so true ? He it was who animated her dreams of the so good ?" Past, and seemed born to be, in the destined “Good- I grant it!" exclaimed Riccabochour, the deliverer of the Future. Around ca. “What then? Da cattiva Donpa guarthis image grouped all the charms that the dati, ed alla buona non fidar niente,' (from fancy of virgin woman can raise from the en- the bad woman, guard thyself; to the good chanted lore of old Heroic Fable. Once in woman, trust nothing.) And if you must her early girlhood, her father (to satisfy her trust," added the abominable man, “trust curiosity, eager for general description) had her with any thing but a secret!" drawn from memory a sketch of the features “Fie," said Violante, with arch reproach, of the Englishman-drawn Harley, as he was for she knew her father's humors too well to in that first youth, flattered and idealized, no interpret his horrible sentiments literally doubt, by art and by partial gratitude-but"fie on your consistency, Palre carissimo. still resembling him as he was then ; while Do you not trust your secret to me?" the deep mournfulness of recent sorrow yet “ You! A kitten is not a cat, and a girl shadowed and concentrated all the varying is not a woman. Besides, the secret was alexpression of his countenance; and to look ready known to you, and I had no choice. on him was to say,-“ So sad, yet so young!” | Peace, Jemima will stay here for the present. Never did Violante pause to remember that See to what you wish to take with yon; we the same years which ripened herself from shall leave to-night." infancy into woman, were passing less gently Not waiting for an answer, Riccabocca over that smooth clieek and dreamy brow- hurried away, and with a firm step strode the that the world might be altering the nature, terrace and approached his wife. as time the aspect. To her, the hero of the “ Anima mia," said the pupil of Machiavel, Ideal remained immortal in bloora and youth, disguising in the tenderest words the cruelest Bright illusion, common to us all, where Po- intentions-for one of his most cherished etry once hallows the human form! Who Italian proverbs was to the effect, that there ever thinks of Petrarch as the old time-worn is no getting on with a mule or a woman unman? Who does not see him as when he less you coax them—“ Anima mia, --soul of first gazed on Laura ?

my being-you have already seen that Vio"Ogni altra cosa ogni pensier va fore;

lante mopes herself to death liere." E sol ivi con voi rimansi Amoro!"

“She, poor child! Oh no!"

"She does, core of my heart, she does, OHAPTER XII.

and is as ignorant of music as I am of tentAND Violante, thus absorbed in reverie, stitch." forgot to keep watch on the Belvidere. And “She sings beautifully." the Belvidere was now deserted. The wife, “Just as birds do, against all the rules, who had no other ideal to distract her and in defiance of gamut. Therefore, to thoughts, saw Riccabocca pass into the come to the point, ( treasure of my soul! I house.

am going to take her with me for a short The exile entered his daughter's room, and time, perhaps to Cheltenham, or Brighton-she started to feel his hand upon her locks wo shall see." and his kiss nupon her brow.

“All places with you are the same to me, *My child!” cried Riccabocca, seating Alphonso. When shall we go?" himself, “I have resolved to leave for a time “ We shall go to-night; but, terrible as it this retreat, and to seek the neighborhood of is to part from you-you-" London."

" Ah!" interrupted the wife, and covered “Ah, dear father, that, then, was your her face with her hands. thought? But what can be your reason? Riccabocca, the wiliest and most relentless Do not turn away; you know how care-l of men in his maxims, melted into absolute fully I have obeyed your command and kept uxorial imbecility at the sight of that mute your secret. Ah, you will confide in me."' distress. He put his arm round his wife's waist, with genuine affection, and without al “For mine! O then, do not make me single proverb at his heart—"Carissima, do deem myself mean, and the cause of meannot grieve so; we shall be back soon, and ness. For mine! Am I not your daughter travelling is expensive; rolling stones gather the descendant of men who never feared ?" no moss, and there is so much to see to at Violante looked sublime while she spoke; home."

and as she ended she led her father gently on "Mrs. Riccabocca gently escaped from her towards the door, which his wife had now husband's arms. She withdrew her hands gained. from her face, and brushed away the tears “Jemima-wife mine!--pardon, pardon," that stood in her eyes.

cried the Italian, whose heart had been yearn"Alphonso," she said touchingly, “hearing to repay such tenderness and devotion, me! What you think good, that shall ever “come back to my breast-it has been long be good to me. But do not think that I closed-it shall be open to you now and for grieve solely because of our parting. No; I ever.” grieve to think that, despite of all these In another moment, the wife was in her years in which I have been the partner of right place--on her husband's bosom; and your hearth and slept on your breast-all | Violante, beautiful peacemaker, stood smil. these years in which I have had no thought ing, awhile at both, and then lifted her eyes but, however humbly, to do my duty to you gratefully to heaven, and stole away. and yours, and could have wished that you bad read my heart, and seen there but your

CHAPTER XIII. self and your child-I grieve to think that On Randal's return to town, he heard mixyou still deem me as unworthy your trust as ed and contradictory rumors in the streets, when you stood by my side at the altar.” and at the clubs, of the probable downfall of

“ Trust!" repeated Riccabocca, startled the Government at the approaching session and conscience-stricken; "why do you say ot' Parliament. These ruinors had sprung up

trust? In what have I distrusted you? I suddenly, as if in an hour. True that, for ain sure," he continued, with the artful volu- some time, the sagacious had shaken their bility of guilt, “that I never donbted your heads and said, “ Ministers could not last." fidelity--hooked-nosed, long-visaged foreign- True that certain changes in policy, a year or er though I be; never pryed into your let- two before, had divided the party on which ters; never inquired into your solitary walks; the Government depended, and strengthened never lieeded your flirtations with that good- that which opposed it. But still its tenure in looking Parson Dale; never kept the money; oflice had been so long, and there seemed so and never looked into the account-books!” little power in the Opposition to form a cabiMrs. Riccabocca refused even a sinile of con- net of names familiar to official ears, that the tempt at these revolting evasions; nay, she general public bad anticipated, at most, a few seemed scarcely to hear them.

partial changes. Rumor now went far be“Can you think,” she resumed, pressing yond this. Randal, whose whole prospects her hand on her heart to still its struggles for at present were but reflections from the greatrelief in sobs--" can you think that I could ness of his patron, was alarmed. He sought have watched, and thonght, and tasked my Egerton, but the minister was impenetrable, poor mind so constantly, to conjecture what and seemed calm, confident and imperturbed. might best soothe or please you, and not seen, Somewhat relieved, Randal then set himself long since, that you have secrets known to to work to find a safe home for Riccabocca: your daughter--your servant-not to me? for the greater need to succeed in obtaining Fear not-the secrets cannot be evil, or you fortune there, if he failed in getting it through would not tell them to your innocent child. Egerton. He found a quiet house, detached Besides, do I not know your nature and do and secluded, in the neiglıborhood of NorI not love you because I know it?-it is for wood. No vicinity more secure from espiosomething connected with these secrets that nage and remark. He wrote to Riccabocca, you leave your home. You think that I and communicated the address, adding fresh should be incautious-imprudent. You will assurances of his own power to be of use. not take me with you. Be it so. I go to The next morning he was seated in his office. prepare for your departure. Forgive me if thinking very little of the details, that he I have displeased you, husband."

mastered, however, with mechanical preciMrs. Riccabocca turned away; but a soft sion, when the minister who presided over hand touched the Italian's arm.

that department of the public service sent for “O father, can you resist this ? Trust her! ( him into his private room, and begged liim to -trust her! I am a woman like her! I an- take a letter to Egerton, with whom he wishswer for her woman's faith. Be yourself- ed to consult relative to a very important ever nobler than all others, my own father." point to be decided in the cabinet that day.

" Diarolo! Never one door shuts but I want you to take it," said the minister. anotlier opens," groaned Riccabocca. “Are smiling (the minister was a frank, homely you a fool, child? Don't you see that it was man), “because you are in Mr. Egerton's confor your sake only I feared—and would be tidence, and he may give you some verbal cautious ?”

| message besides a written reply. Egerton is

often over cautious and brief in the litera| Lord Spendquick was usually esteemed a keripta."

gentleman without three ideas. Randal went first to Egerton's neighboring Randal smiled. office-he had not been there that day. Ile In the meanwhile the visitor had taken out then took a cabriolet and drove to Grosvenor a card from an embossed morocco case, and Square. A quiet-looking chariot was at the now presented it to Randal, who read theredoor. Mr. Egerton was at home; but the on, “Baron Levy, No. — Bruton St.” servant said, “Dr. F. is with him, sir; and The name was not unknown to Randal. It perhaps he may not like to be disturbed." was a name too often on the lips of men of "Wbat, is your master ill ?”

fashion not to have reached the ears of an "Not that I know of, sir. He never says habitué of good society. he is ill. But he has looked poorly the last Mr. Levy had been a solicitor by profesday or two."

sion. He had of late years relinquisbed his Randal hesitated a moment; but his com- ostensible calling; and not long since, in conmission might be important, and Egerton was sequence of some services towards the negoa man who so held the maxim, that health tiation of a loan, had been created a baron by and all else must give way to business, that one of the German kings. The wealth of he resolved to enter; and, unannounced, and Mr. Levy was said to be only equalled by his anceremoniously, as was his wont, he opened good nature to all who were in want of a the door of the library. He startled as he a temporary loan, and with sound expectadid so. Audley Egerton was leaning back tions of repaying it some day or other. on the sofa, and the doctor, on his knees be- You seldom saw a finer looking man than fore liim, was applying the stethoscope to his Baron Levy-about the same age as Egerton, breast. Egerton's eyes were partially closed but looking younger: so well preservedas the door opened. But at the noise he sprang such magniticent black whiskers—such superb up, nearly oversetting the doctor. “Who's teeth! Despite his name and his dark comthat?-How dare you!" he exclaimed, in a plexion, he did not, however, resemble a Jew voice of great anger. Then recognizing Ran- —at least externally; and, in fact, he was dal, le changed color, bit his lip, and mutter- not a Jew on the father's side, but the natued drily, “I beg pardon for my abruptness; ral son of a rich English grand seigneur, by what do you want, Mr. Leslie ?

a Hebrew lady of distinction—in the opera. "This letter from Lord - ; I was told to After his birth, this lady had married a Gerdeliver it immediately into your own hands; man trader of her own persuasion, and her I beg pardon—"

| husband had been prevailed upon, for the "There is no cause," said Egerton, coldly. convenience of all parties, to adopt his wife's "I have had a slight attack of bronchitis ; son, and accord to him his own Hebrew and as Parliament meets so soon, I must take name. Mr. Levy, senior, was soon left a advice froin my doctor, if I would be heard widower, and then the real father, though by the reporters. Lay the letter on the ta- never actually owning the boy, had shown ble, and be kind enough to wait for my reply." | him great attention-had him frequently at

Randal withdrew. He had never seen a his house-initiated hiin betimes into his own physician in that house before, and it seemed highborn society, for which the boy showed surprising that Egerton should even take a great taste. But when my lord died, and left medical opinion upon a slight attack. While but a moderate legacy to the younger Levy, waiting in the ante-room there was a knock who was then about eighteen, that ambiguous at the street door, and presently a gentleman, person was articled to an attorney by his puexceedingly well-dressed, was shown in, and tative sire, who shortly afterwards returned honored Randal with an easy and half famil- I to his native land, and was buried at Prague, iar bow. Randal remembered to have met where his tombstone may yet be seen. Young this personage at dinner, and at the house of Levy, however, continued to do very well a young nobleman of high fashion, but had without him. His real birth was generally not been introduced to him, and did not even known, and rather advantageous to him in a know him by name. The visitor was better social point of view. His legacy enabled him informed.

to become a partner where he had been a “Our friend Egerton is busy, I hear, Mr. clerk, and his practice became great amongst Leslie," said he, arranging the camelia in his the fashionable classes of society. Indeed, he button-hole.

was so useful, so pleasant, so much a man of “Our friend Egerton !" It must be a very the world, that he grew intimate with his great man to say, Our friend Egerton.” clients-chiefly young men of rank; was on

“He will not be engaged long, I dare say," | good terms with both Jew and Christian; returned Randal, glancing his shrewd inquir- and being neither one nor the other, reseming eve over the stranger's person.

| bled (to use Sheridan's incomparable simile) "I trust not; my time is almost as precious the blank page between the Old and the New as his own. I was not so fortunate as to be Testament. presented to you when we met at Lord Spend- Vulgar, some might call Mr. N. Levy, from quick's. Good fellow, Spendquick; and de- his assurance, but it was not the vulgarity of cidedly clever."

la inan accustomed to low and coarse society

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