He had tranquillized _her_ passion of grief, but now as he gazed down on her sweet face, watching the color deepen in her cheeks, watching the regular rise and fall of her beautiful bosom, and the quiver of her crimson lip, moved by her breathing, an emotion arose swelling, heaving in his breast, like the mighty power of the subterranean fire rising in the volcano. It was advancing upon, it was overwhelming him; he must escape—he called her— “Rosalia! Rosalia!” She started out of her slumber, and gazed up bewildered for a moment. “You must go to your own room, Rosalia; you are not well,” said he, looking away from her. “Alas! are you angry with me too? _You_, Raymond? Every one drives me away, every one! Oh! Father in heaven, what have I done? Hagar sent me away from her, and then from the children, and now _you_ send me off.” And the child dropped her head, and wept again. “Go to your room, Rose, go,” exclaimed Raymond, rising and walking away in strong agitation. “Oh! Raymond, you! _you, too!_ to grow cruel to me! Oh, Raymond, what have I done that every one should repulse me—every one that I love!” she cried, following him; “oh, Raymond, if I have done anything wrong, scold me; I had rather stay here with you and be scolded, than go away by myself; tell me what I have done, that you all should repulse me so much, that all I love should drive me from them?” He waved her a gesture of desperate rejection as he still walked away, until he reached the window, where he stood, setting his teeth sternly, folding his arms in a strong rivet, bracing every nerve, and staring with set eyes unconsciously through the panes; she followed him, stood by his side, pleading, cooing in her dove-like tones. “Girl! you will madden me! go! go!” he exclaimed, without turning around. “Tell me! just tell me how I have offended you all, Raymond? Oh! I am _so_ unhappy! so lonesome—no one loves me now! tell me why?” She laid her soft hand upon his arm, and, bending forward, looked up in his face with her tender and coaxing gaze. The effect was electrical! Turning, he suddenly caught and strained her to his bosom, exclaiming, “My flower! my dove! my lamb! my angel! Rose! _oh, Rose!_” and pressing burning kisses upon her brow and lips between every breath and word. “Love you! I love you; more than life, soul, Heaven, God! Love you! my joy, my destiny! _love you!_ let me have you and die! give yourself to me, and the next hour let me die, die!” His arm encircled her beautiful and shuddering form like a chain of fire, and hot kisses rained upon her face.