'There was no jealousy in the heart of Annabelle, for she knew nothing of any rival; but she was tormented by a sensation of loneliness and utter desolation by day and night, and disappointment was not the least element of that torment. But her time of vengeance was at hand. 'Next day saw me at Rothiemay, and at the feet, if I may say so, of Blanche Gordon, who received me with one of her usual bewitching smiles. My proposal certainly pleased and agitated her, but she told me with considerable confidence and coolness that she was engaged to another, and, indeed, was to be married in three weeks! 'The hollow damsel of fashion had thrown me over for a well-gilded coronet, just as I had thrown over--but coarsely and suspiciously--the girl who only loved me better than I deserved, and whose sweet society I now missed fearfully. 'But I was justly punished, you will say; yet the story does not end here. 'Some weeks after, when family misfortunes came upon me, and I was compelled to sell out--to leave the Lancers--impelled I know not by what emotion or motive, unless it were something like force of habit and a restless craving, I roamed towards the old trysting-place, beneath the silver birches. 'Things of love and joy seldom repeat themselves, but my heart leaped on seeing Annabelle seated on the bank of the stream, half hidden by the wild rose-trees. Thither, no doubt, to torment her own heart, she had perhaps been in the habit of repairing to dream over the love that would never come again. She seemed lost in thought, and neither saw nor heard my approach; and I saw the sunlight flashing on the bright, soft, golden hair, amid which my fingers had so often strayed. '"Annabelle!" said I softly; and she sprang up with a nervous start. "You see I am here again, to crave your pardon and to thank God that life has yet something worth living for--your love, Annabelle!" '"And yours?" she said disdainfully; then her fortitude gave way, and for a moment she hid her burning face and her hot tears in her white and wasted hands, which, when I attempted to take them, repelled mine. '"I will try to atone for the past, Annabelle--forgive me," said I, humbly. '"I do forgive you," she replied with sudden calmness, grace, and a bearing of dignity I had never before seen in her; "but you can never be to me what you have been. You were the very idol of my heart, and with all my soul I worshipped you, Leslie; but that is ended now and for ever." '"If a life of devotion, Annabelle----" '"Say no more--I will not listen." '"You decline my love, because ruin has come upon me at the hands of others, and I am compelled to leave the Lancers?" 'Her eyes flashed, yet not with anger, and her bosom heaved, as she replied: