Roland coloured with pain, vexation, and sorrow; and before him seemed to stand that horrible "last will and testament," which beggared him! Aurelia Darnel, who had occupied his entire thoughts since he left Montreal, was beside him now; but he had only common places, the merest platidudes to offer her. His innate pride, tenacity, and over-sensitiveness, now that he was poor, and she was rich--he little knew how rich--tied up his tongue, and the love, he trembled to avow, remained unspoken. We have already partially described Aurelia Darnel and the character of her beauty. She was a girl of talent, with many accomplishments. Her French, of course, was perfect, as she inherited it from her mother; she played brilliantly, with a soft yet dashing touch; she could sing little _chansons_ in the most seductive way, and was full of those pretty graces and mannerisms which are peculiar to continental girls; she had, too, a way of looking down, drooping her long dark eyelashes, that was often the cause of more tenderness and admiration in those she meant to dazzle, than when she looked up, or straight forward. Offers she had had in plenty, and for two seasons she had been the reigning belle of Montreal. By a subtile perception, Roland had been distinctly conscious that she preferred him to any other man of her acquaintance, and that her eye brightened and her smile sweetened at his approach. He had ever felt a strange joy in her society, and a pride in being seen with her, for is it not something to excite envy and jealousy by being the favoured partner of the acknowledged belle of every ball! In attractiveness her tone and manner were quite different to all that Roland had met before, and yet he had moved in the best society everywhere. Though but a few months had elapsed since he saw Aurelia last, her figure seemed to have attained more roundness than before, and her soft features a more decided character; most winning and shy was her smile, most graceful her carriage, and sweet was her voice when she welcomed him to Montreal again. "It is eight whole months since I had the pleasure of seeing you last, Miss Darnel," said he, after a rather awkward pause. "Eight months--yes, true." "A gap in life--in my life at least." "Filled up by sadness?" "Exceeding sadness, and much mortification," said he. "I was but a little girl when papa died, yet I can remember what a wrench it was. In losing your father--" "I lost more than him." "More!" She looked up at him inquiringly; could he tell her all he had lost--his heritage--his grand old baronial home, a princely estate--even honour itself, for thus, in his over-sensitiveness, did Roland view the matter of the long-hidden will! "If matters remain quiet here among the colonists, Miss Darnell, I mean to leave the regiment." "Leave the Scots Royals--the Royal Regiment!" she exclaimed with surprise; "I thought it was the second home of your family; I have often heard you say so."