loss had cost his late Countess so many tears. The investigation he had himself entered into with her, had much agitated his mind, and he bore grievously the not being able, satisfactorily to his mind, to prove that which he so much wished to be.

But when the Countess accosted him, as has been related, with such a show of important matter on her brow, and made Amauri relate his adventures at Careg-Crouse, he thought full surely, that he had before told something to her, which would throw light upon the subject when known unto himself. What the detail of this might be, he guessed not, but fully expected that such a parade had not been for nothing; and that de Bavay being named as the one who had nurtured Emily, she would be thereby proved, beyond all doubt, to be the daughter whom he sought.

When, therefore, this hope, or rather, this certainty, for as such he regarded it, was thus suddenly and cruelly destroyed, by the mention of a name he had never before heard,-unable longer to restrain his feeling, or even to preserve

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that calmness of deportment which, by a long habit of self-controul, had become almost natural to him; he turned away in anger and impatience from those around him, but principally from de Clisson and the Countess, and burying his cheek in the cushion, clenched his hands, and, grinding his teeth together, muttered curses on the narrator, on the Countess, and lastly on himself then again raising himself up, and speaking, with a laugh of scorn, mockery, and defiance, of that evil spirit which the events of the last few years had taught him to consider as the chief ruler of the universe, he exclaimed:

""Tis well!-The Demon granted me mine asking;-why should I curse him?—I have had Philip in my power!"

So complete was d'Artois' oblivion of all around, as not to suffer him to perceive that the name of de Peteghem had no sooner passed de Clisson's lips, than Emily-who had hitherto remained gasping for breath, and in eager expectation of what should follow-sank down upon her knee, and leaning over the couch where, on account of his wound, he was lying,

stretched forth her hand to seek for his, which, when she had found, she pressed to her lips, and, sobbing, bathed with tears.

The Countess of Montfort, who had not imagined that so strong an effect, as that she witnessed, could have been produced by the mere mention of a name, then approached, and spoke to him.

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My Lord of Artois," she said,—" prithee my good lord to hear me!-Think not the tale hath thus been lengthened out to vex and wound you. My vassal here, the Sire de Clisson, hath recounted to us all which 'twas in him to tell: that is, all which the ribaud prior did inform him of,-so he hath done his duty; but here doth stand your boon companion, the Chevalier de Mauny, who further hath instructed us, that de Peteghem was the appellation of that Seigneur who did rescue Emily, and foster her— ere, by his Sire's decease, he took upon him that of Bavay. These two persons, therefore, are but Draw now the thoughts from this which

one.

may, you think, best please you!"

D'Artois looked first at her, and then turned his eyes upon de Mauny, who, with a slight inclination of the body, but with a grave countenance, betokening not joy at the discovery, assented, and replied:

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'Ay, my good Lord, 'tis all most true-de Peteghem was indeed the Baron hight when he delivered Emily-that is, the Lady Jeanne of Artois from those ruffians; but his father chancing as I've been often told by mineto die but shortly afterwards, he ever since hath borne the name of Bavay."

Now was it for the first time that Emily looked up, and gazed upon the countenance of her father. Her cheek and neck were suffused with that deep glow which proved the joyful agitation her spirits had undergone; whilst the tresses of her soft, luxuriant hair, disordered during the struggle which she had with her own feelings, came partly straggling over her brow and eyes, whilst the rest fell tumbling in rich profusion down her shoulders to the waist.

Robert turned to her as she kneeled beside

him; and then slowly separating, and holding apart with both his hands, the hair which, falling over her temples, prevented him from having a clear view of her countenance, he rested a brief space to gaze on it, as if to assure himself past all doubt of the reality of what he saw and heard, then

Ay," he said, "thou art my child! Embrace me, Jeanne!"

When the first effusions of joy and affection had subsided, and d'Artois began to recover his usual calmness of demeanour, he perceived de Mauny to be the only one present who seemed not pleased at the good fortune which had just befallen him. He was not long in divining the reason of this; so beckoning to him, he took his daughter by the hand, and placing it in his, with a kind and gentle smile,

"You may," he said, "have feared that d'Artois would fling back upon de Mauny the haughtiness which de Mauny's family hath shown towards an unknown sion of the House of