MOLLY BAWN. 275
Luttrell, too—she must meet him—and, with such
swollen eyes and pallid cheeks—the bare idea brings a little
colour into her white face.
As eight o'clock strikes she rises languidly from her bed,
dressed as she is, disrobing hurriedly, lest even her woman
should guess how wakeful she has been, thr-ows open her
window, and lets the pure cold air beat upon her features.
But when Sarah comes she is not deceived. So distressed
is she at her young mistress's appearance that she almost
weeps aloud, and gives it as her opinion that balls and all
such nocturnal entertainments are the invention of the
Ah! starry hope, that didst arise
But to be overcast.—Edgak A. PoE,
The ring asunder broke.— German Song.
At breakfast Molly is very pale, and s])eaks little. She toys
with her toast, but cannot eat. Being questioned, she con¬
fesses herself fatigued, not being accustomed to late hours.
She neither looks at Luttrell nor does he seek to attract
her attention in any way.
' A good long walk will refresh you more than anything,'
said Talbot Lowry, who has been spending the past few days
at Herst. He addresses Molly, but his eyes seek Cecil's as
he does so, in the fond hope that she will take his hint and
come with him for a similar refresher to that he has prescribed
Cecil's unfortunate encouragement of the night before—
displayed more with a view to chagrining Sir Penthony than
from a mere leaning towards coquetry—has fanned his passion
to a very dangerous height. He is consumed with a desire
to speak, and madly flatters himself that there is undoubted
hope for him.
To throw himself at Lady Staitord's feet, declare his love,