Need I go on?--When they left that spot, a soft confession had been made--deep vows interchanged, and Ernest Maltravers was the accepted suitor of Florence Lascelles. CHAPTER III. “A hundred fathers would in my situation tell you that, as you are of noble extraction, you should marry a nobleman. But I do not say so. I will not sacrifice my child to any prejudice.” KOTZEBUE. _Lover’s Vows_. “Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.” SHAKSPEARE. _Henry VI._ “Oh, how this spring of love resembleth Th’ uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!” SHAKSPEARE. _The Two Gentlemen of Verona_. WHEN Maltravers was once more in his solitary apartment, he felt as in a dream. He had obeyed an impulse, irresistible, perhaps, but one with which the _conscience of his heart_ was not satisfied. A voice whispered to him, “Thou hast deceived her and thyself--thou dost not love her!” In vain he recalled her beauty, her grace, her genius--her singular and enthusiastic passion for himself--the voice still replied, “Thou dost not love. Bid farewell for ever to thy fond dreams of a life more blessed than that of mortals. From the stormy sea of the future are blotted out eternally for thee--Calypso and her Golden Isle. Thou canst no more paint on the dim canvas of thy desires the form of her with whom thou couldst dwell for ever. Thou hast been unfaithful to thine own ideal--thou hast given thyself for ever and for ever to another--thou hast renounced hope--thou must live as in a prison, with a being with whom thou hast not the harmony of love.” “No matter,” said Maltravers, almost alarmed, and starting from these thoughts, “I am betrothed to one who loves me--it is folly and dishonour to repent and to repine. I have gone through the best years of youth without finding the Egeria with whom the cavern would be sweeter than a throne. Why live to the grave a vain and visionary Nympholept? Out of the real world could I have made a nobler choice?” While Maltravers thus communed with himself, Lady Florence passed into her father’s dressing-room, and there awaited his return from London. She knew his worldly views--she knew also the pride of her affianced, and, she felt that she alone could mediate between the two. Lord Saxingham at last returned--busy, bustling, important, and good-humoured as usual. “Well, Flory, well?--glad to see you--quite blooming, I declare,--never saw you with such a colour--monstrous like me, certainly. We always had fine complexions and fine eyes in our family. But I’m rather late--first bell rung--we _ci-devant jeunes hommes_ are rather long dressing, and you are not dressed yet, I see.” “My dearest father, I wished to speak with you on a matter of much importance.” “Do you?--what, immediately?” “Yes.” “Well--what is it?--your Slingsby property, I suppose.”