"They are proud--so it is said--and worldly;--you know my family was in trade--still--but--" and here Mr. Spencer broke off from a tone of doubt into that of despondency, "but, recollect, though Mrs. Beaufort may not remember the circumstance, both her husband and her son have seen me-- have known my name. Will they not suspect, when once introduced to you, the stratagem that has been adopted?--Nay, has it not been from that very fear that you have wished me to shun the acquaintance of the family? Both Mr. Beaufort and Arthur saw you in childhood, and their suspicion once aroused, they may recognise you at once; your features are developed, but not altogether changed. Come, come!--my adopted, my dear son, shake off this fantasy betimes: let us change the scene: I will travel with you--read with you--go where--" "Sir--sir!" exclaimed the lover, smiting his breast, "you are ever kind, compassionate, generous; but do not--do not rob me of hope. I have never--thanks to you--felt, save in a momentary dejection, the curse of my birth. Now how heavily it falls! Where shall I look for comfort?" As he spoke, the sound of a bell broke over the translucent air and the slumbering lake: it was the bell that every eve and morn summoned that innocent and pious family to prayer. The old man's face changed as he heard it--changed from its customary indolent, absent, listless aspect, into an expression of dignity, even of animation. "Hark!" he said, pointing upwards; "Hark! it chides you. Who shall say, 'Where shall I look for comfort' while God is in the heavens?" The young man, habituated to the faith and observance of religion, till they had pervaded his whole nature, bowed his head in rebuke; a few tears stole from his eyes. "You are right, father--," he said tenderly, giving emphasis to the deserved and endearing name. "I am comforted already!" So, side by side, silently and noiselessly, the young and the old man glided back to the house. When they gained the quiet room in which the family usually assembled, the sisters and servants were already gathered round the table. They knelt as the loiterers entered. It was the wonted duty of the younger Spencer to read the prayers; and, as he now did so, his graceful countenance more hushed, his sweet voice more earnest than usual, in its accents: who that heard could have deemed the heart within convulsed by such stormy passions? Or was it not in that hour--that solemn commune--soothed from its woe? O beneficent Creator! thou who inspirest all the tribes of earth with the desire to pray, hast Thou not, in that divinest instinct, bestowed on us the happiest of Thy gifts? CHAPTER III. "Bertram. I mean the business is not ended, as fearing to hear of it hereafter. "1st Soldier. Do you know this Captain Dumain?" _All's Well that Ends Well_.