“I think the honor, the happiness, even the tranquillity of your married life, depends upon your previous knowledge of this circumstance.” “Madam—the honor, happiness, and tranquillity of my married life pass into the keeping of my husband, Captain Clifton, and in him I have the utmost confidence,” remarked Carolyn, coldly and proudly, though, alas!—not _truly_. “Heaven forbid that I should unnecessarily mar that confidence! But, my love, you will be sure to hear it, when too late, and from less friendly lips than mine!” “Will it please you, then, madam, to speak out frankly and honestly, and let us know what it is,” said Carolyn, scornfully, at the same time that her heart was rising with emotion. “Is it possible you do not guess?” “I do not take the trouble to do so, Mrs. Clifton.” “Ah! you have always treated me with scorn and hauteur, Miss Clifton. Yet that, alas! does not relieve me of the painful duty of putting you on your guard. In a word, then, do you understand the nature of the relations subsisting between Captain Clifton and the sister of his mother’s overseer?” The brow of Carolyn Clifton flushed crimson—but she answered, coldly— “Madam, I believe that young person has been the object of Captain Clifton’s benevolence.” “Ah! I believe so too! His benevolence is certainly indisputable, and his honor _should_ be above suspicion!” exclaimed Georgia, fervently. “Madam—_it is_!” coldly replied Miss Clifton. “Yes—and yet, Carolyn, my love, a poor and beautiful young maiden cannot continue to be the recipient of a handsome young officer’s beneficence with credit to herself, honor to him, or _peace_ or safety to his wife!” “Is she so very beautiful?” was the question surmised from the haughty girl.