Ethel bent her large eyes inquiringly on her mother, as if not understanding; and then, as her meaning opened on her, a smile diffused itself over her countenance as she said, "Your intentions are the kindest in the world--I am grateful, how far more grateful than I can at all express, for your goodness. That you have had the kindness to come to this odious place is more than I could ever dare expect." "It is not worth your thanks, although I think I deserve your acquiescence to my proposal. You will come home with me?" Ethel shook her head, smilingly. "All my wishes are accomplished," she said, "through this kind visit. I would not have you for the world come here again; but the wall between us is broken down, and we shall not become strangers again." "My dearest Ethel," said Lady Lodore, seriously, "I see what you mean. I wish Mr. Villiers were here to advocate my cause. You must come with me--he will be much more at ease when you are no longer forced to share his annoyances. This is in every way an unfit place for you, especially at this time." "I shall appear ungrateful, I fear," replied Ethel, "if I assure you how much better off I am here than I could be any where else in the world. This place appears miserable to you--so I dare say it is; to me it seems to possess every requisite for happiness, and were it not so, I would rather live in an actual dungeon with Edward, than in the most splendid mansion in England, away from him." Her face was lighted up with such radiance as she spoke--there was so much fervour in her voice--such deep affection in her speaking eyes--such an earnest demonstration of heartfelt sincerity, that Lady Lodore was confounded and overcome. Swift, as if a map had been unrolled before her, the picture of her own passed life was retraced in her mind--its loneless and unmeaning pursuits--and the bitter disappointments that had blasted every hope of seeing better days. She burst into tears. Ethel was shocked and tried to soothe her by caresses and assurances of gratitude and affection. "And yet you will not come with me?" said Lady Lodore, making an effort to resume her self-command. "I cannot. It is impossible for me voluntarily to separate myself from Edward--I am too weak, too great a coward." "And is there no hope of liberation for him?" This question of Lady Lodore forced them back to matter-of-fact topics, and she became composed. Ethel related how ineffectual every endeavour had yet been to arrange his affairs, how large his debts, how inexorable his creditors, how neglectful his attorney. "And his father?" inquired her mother. "He seems to me to be kind-hearted," replied Ethel, "and to feel deeply his son's situation; but he has no means--he himself is in want." "He is keeping a carriage at this moment in Paris," said Lady Lodore, "and giving parties--however, I allow that that is no proof of his having money. Still you must not stay here."