nxious glance towards Isabel occasionally to ascertain if
she was recovering from her agitation, he read a follow's:

DEAR ISABEL,--(cool muttered Everard). What a fool I was the other
night, can you, will you, forgive me. Could you know the remorse
and misery I have suffered since, or the feeling of thankfulness
with which I heard that I had not seriously injured either of you;
I think you would. What a reward for your kindness to my poor
Natalie; what a return for your sympathy in my trouble. When had
you rejoiced at my misfortune, I could scarcely have been
surprised. But I loved myself, and my own way, and you thwarted me
twice; but enough of the past. I dare not contemplate it. Let me
however say a few words in extenuation of my folly. You can never
know what I endured that evening, to see the regard once bestowed
on me, transferred to another, to see that I was nothing,--that I
was entirely, unmistakeably forgotten,--perhaps detested; for you
treated me with unnecessary coldness. All this so worked upon my
unhappy temperament until nearly mad with anger and jealousy,
I did that, for which I now beseech you to forgive me. I shall
never see you again, as the thought of your marrying another is so
hateful to me that I dare not trust myself in your presence after
the dark glimpse I have had of my evil nature. I did not think I
could be so wicked. Farewell, I still remain your loving, though
now unloved--LOUIS.

Everard deliberately tore the note into fragments, with the same
expression that Dr. Heathfield had remarked, while an angry flush
suffused his countenance. But there was more of pity, than of anger, in
Isabel's mind, and she did not notice his displeasure. And as Rose at
this moment came to call them in, to see Mrs. Arnold, of course no
comment was passed on the letter; though Everard's unusual gloominess
that evening, proved that he had not forgotten it.

Mrs. Arnold was very fussy as usual, and told many amusing anecdotes
regarding her journey, and also gave an immense amount of good advice to
both Everard and Isabel, for which of course they were duly grateful.

"Really my dear Mabel" said Mrs. Arnold, "I never was more glad in my
life, than when I heard of this match, I was positively delighted. But
you must not suppose for a moment, that I had any such idea; when I got
her the situation."

Isabel looked annoyed, "naug