"For whom did you take it, if not for Major Montgomerie?" asked the American after a pause, and again her full dark eye was bent on his. "Nay I scarcely know myself, yet I had thought it had been the portrait of him I have sworn to destroy." There was a sudden change of expression in the countenance of Matilda, but it speedily passed away, and she said with a faint smile. "Whether is it more natural to find pleasure in gazing on the features of those who have loved, or those who have injured us!" "Then whose was the miniature on which you so intently gazed, on that eventful night at Detroit?" asked Gerald. "That," said Matilda quickly, and paling as she spoke-- "that was HIS--I gazed on it only the more strongly to detest the original--to confirm the determination I had formed to destroy him." "If THEN," returned the youth, "why not NOW--may I not see that portrait Matilda? May I not acquire some knowledge of the unhappy man whose blood will so shortly stain my soul?" "Impossible," she replied. "The miniature I have since destroyed. While I thought the original within reach of my revenge, I could bear to gaze upon it, but no sooner had I been disappointed in my aim, than it became loathsome to me as the sight of some venemous reptile, and I destroyed it." This was said with undisguised bitterness. Gerald sighed deeply. Again he encircled the waist of his companion, and one of her fair, soft, velvet hands was pressed in his. "Matilda," he observed, "deep indeed must be the wrong that could prompt the heart of woman to so terrible a hatred. When we last parted you gave me but an indistinct and general outline of the injury you had sustained. Tell me now all--tell me every thing," he continued with energy, "that can infuse a portion of the hatred which fills your soul into mine, that my hand may be firmer-- my heart more hardened to the deed. "The story of my wrongs must be told in a few words, for I cannot bear to linger on them," commenced the American, again turning deadly pale, while her quivering lips and trembling voice betrayed the excitement of her feelings. The monster was the choice of my heart--judge how much so when I tell you that, confiding in HIS honor, and in the assurance that our union would take place immediately, surrendered to him MINE. A constant visitor at Major Montgomerie's, whose brother officer he was, we had ample opportunities of being together. We were looked upon in society as affianced lovers, and in fact it was the warmest wish of Major Montgomerie that we should be united. A day had even been fixed for the purpose, and it wanted, but eight and forty hours of the time, when an occurrence took place which blasted all prospect of our union for ever.