"Yet you are pale!" "'Tis with astonishment." "Astonishment at what?" "Madame d'Harville." "Madame d'Harville! Gracious heaven! Some fresh misfortune?" "No, no, my lord--indeed, nothing unfortunate has occurred. Pray compose yourself! She is--in the drawing-room--" "Here--in my house? Madame d'Harville here? Impossible!" "My lord, I told you the surprise had quite overpowered me!" "Tell me what has induced her to take such a step! Speak, I conjure you! In heaven's name, explain the reason for her acting so contrary to her usually rigid notions!" "Indeed, my lord, I know nothing. But I cannot even account to myself for the strange feelings that come over me." "You are concealing something from me!" "No, indeed, my lord; on the honour of a man, I know only what the marquise said to me." "And what did she say?" "'Sir Walter,' said she, with an unsteady voice, though her countenance shone with joy, 'no doubt you are surprised at my presence here; but there are some circumstances so imperative as to leave no time to consider the strict rules of etiquette. Beg of his royal highness to grant me an immediate interview of a few minutes only in your presence, for I know well that the prince has not a better friend than yourself. I might certainly have requested him to call on me, but that would have caused at least an hour's delay; and when the prince has learned the occasion of my coming, I am sure he will feel grateful to me for not delaying the interview I seek for a single instant.' And as she uttered these words, her countenance wore an expression that made me tremble all over." "But," returned Rodolph, in an agitated tone, and, spite of all his attempts at retaining his composure, being even paler than Murphy himself, "I cannot guess what caused your emotion; there must be something beyond those words of Madame d'Harville's to occasion it." "I pledge you my honour if there be I am wholly ignorant of it; but I confess those few words from Madame la Marquise seemed quite to bewilder me. But even you, my lord, are paler than you were." "Am I?" said Rodolph, supporting himself on the back of his chair, for he felt his knees tremble under him. "Nay, but, my lord, you are quite as much overcome as I was. What ails you?" "Though I die in making the effort," exclaimed the prince, "it shall be done. Beg of Madame d'Harville to do me the honour to walk in." By a singular and sympathetic feeling this extraordinary and wholly unexpected visit of Madame d'Harville had awakened in the breasts of Murphy and Rodolph the same vague and groundless hope, but so senseless did it seem that neither was willing to confess it to the other. * * * * * Madame d'Harville, conducted by Murphy, entered the apartment in which was the prince. CHAPTER VI. THE FATHER AND DAUGHTER.