ABSTRACT
No one had apparently observed Lady Avondale’s feigned indisposition that evening – feigned, indeed, it was not; no one soothed her during her sleepless night; and in the morning when she awoke, at an early hour, Lord Avondale asked her not the cause of her disquiet.a She arose and descended upon the terrace: – her steps involuntarily led her to the banks of the Elle. The flowers, fresh with dew, sparkled in the sunshine, and scented the soft morning air. She hurried on, regardless of the distance. The rose he had given her was faded;b but its leaves were preserved by her with fondest care.
