"But you must not forget," the captain resumed once more, "when you attribute every thing to the charms of the fair girl, that not only she but the whole family has disappeared, and we have lost that house which formed, as you say, so charming a point of reunion in our neighborhood." "Yes, yes; exactly so," said an old gentleman, a civilian, who had been silent hitherto; "the Varniers' house is a great loss in the country, where such losses are not so easily replaced as in a large town. First, the father died, then came the cousin and carried the daughter away." "And did this cousin marry the young lady?" inquired Edward, in a tone tremulous with agitation. "Certainly," answered the old gentleman; "it was a very great match for her; he bought land to the value of half a million about here." "And he was an agreeable, handsome man, we must all allow," remarked the captain. "But she would never have married him," exclaimed the lieutenant, "if poor Hallberg had not died." Edward was breathless, but he did not speak a word. "She would have been compelled to do so in any case," said the old man; "the father had destined them for each other from infancy, and people say he made his daughter take a vow as he lay on his death-bed." "That sounds terrible," said Edward; "and does not speak much for the good feeling of the cousin." "She could not have fulfilled her father's wish," interposed the lieutenant; "her heart was bound up in Hallberg, and Hallberg's in her. Few people, perhaps, knew this, for the lovers were prudent and discreet; I, however, knew it all." "And why was she not allowed to follow the inclination of her heart?" asked Edward. "Because her father had promised her," replied the captain: "you used just now the word terrible; it is a fitting expression, according to my version of the matter. It appears that one of the branches of the house of Varnier had committed an act of injustice toward another, and Emily's father considered it a point of conscience to make reparation. Only through the marriage of his daughter with a member of the ill-used branch could that act be obliterated and made up for, and, therefore, he pressed the matter sorely." "Yes, and the headlong passion which Emily inspired her cousin with abetted his designs." "Then her cousin loved Emily?" inquired Edward. "Oh, to desperation," was the reply; "He was a rival to her shadow, who followed her not more closely than he did. He was jealous of the rose that she placed on her bosom." "Then poor Emily is not likely to have a calm life with such a man," said Edward. "Come," interposed the old gentleman, with an authoritative tone, "I think you, gentlemen, go a little too far. I know D'Effernay; he is an honest, talented man, very rich, indeed, and generous; he anticipates his wife in every wish. She has the most brilliant house in the neighborhood, and lives like a princess."