As she thus sat and mused, a sound of carriage wheels in the street below slightly shook the room--it ceased--the carriage stopped at the door. Florence looked up. "No, no, it cannot be," she muttered; yet, while she spoke, a faint flush passed over her sunken and faded cheek, and the bosom heaved beneath the robe, "a world too wide for its shrunk" proportions. There was a silence, which to her seemed interminable, and she turned away with a deep sigh, and a chill sinking of the heart. At this time her woman entered with a meaning and flurried look. "I beg your pardon, my lady--but--" "But what?" "Mr. Maltravers has called, and asked for your ladyship--so, my lady, Mr. Burton sent for me, and I said, my lady is too unwell to see any one; but Mr. Maltravers would not be denied; and he is waiting in my lord's library, and insisted on my coming up and 'nouncing him, my lady." Now Mrs. Shinfield's words were not euphonistic, nor her voice mellifluous; but never had eloquence seemed to Florence so effective. Youth, love, beauty, all rushed back upon her at once, brightening her eyes, her cheek, and filling up ruin with sudden and deceitful light. "Well," she said, after a pause, "let Mr. Maltravers come up." "Come up, my lady? Bless me!--let me just 'range your hair--your ladyship is really in such dish-a-bill." "Best as it is, Shinfield--he will excuse all.--Go." Mrs. Shinfield shrugged her shoulders, and departed. A few moments more--a step on the stairs, the creaking of the door,--and Maltravers and Florence were again alone. He stood motionless on the threshold. She had involuntarily risen, and so they stood opposite to each other, and the lamp fell full upon her face. Oh, Heaven! when did that sight cease to haunt the heart of Maltravers! When shall that altered aspect not pass as a ghost before his eyes!--there it is, faithful and reproachful alike in solitude and in crowds--it is seen in the glare of noon--it passes dim and wan at night beneath the stars and the earth--it looked into his heart and left its likeness there for ever and for ever! Those cheeks, once so beautifully rounded, now sunken into lines and hollows--the livid darkness beneath the eyes--the whitened lip--the sharp, anxious, worn expression, which had replaced that glorious and beaming regard from which all the life of genius, all the sweet pride of womanhood had glowed forth, and in which not only the intelligence, but the eternity of the soul, seemed visibly wrought. There he stood, aghast and appalled. At length a low groan broke from his lips--he rushed forward, sank on his knees beside her, and clasping both her hands, sobbed aloud as he covered them with kisses. All the iron of his strong nature was broken down, and his emotions, long silenced, and now uncontrollable and resistless, were something terrible to behold!