answered, without looking up, and by monosyllables pronounced in a voice scarcely audible, and immediately spoke to some one else. FitzUllin seemed conscious that he had committed some error; for more than once in the course of the evening, he found an opportunity when none were near, to entreat her pardon in a low, hurried tone. He received neither word nor look in reply.

CHAPTER XLIV.

"How thy cheek

Doth vary! But now, with feverish glow

It burnt, kindling as thou spakest, and now

White, and cold, it glistens in thy damp tears,
Like the pale lily in the morning dew.

Oh! shake not thus my soul, Comala!"

"Tomorrow, at sunrise! so soon, so soon?”

THE next day Fitz-Ullin found it impossible to be a moment alone with Julia. She fled all such occasions, with a species of terror, which astonished him. In the evening he met her suddenly in the shrubbery.

"What can I have done, Julia?" he said, snatching the tremulous hand with which she was hastily endeavouring to open a little paling gate for the purpose of turning into another

walk, evidently to avoid him.

"Am I no

longer that Edmund whom you have honoured with the name of brother, since since before you could pronounce the word distinctly? Or can I be expected to forget, entirely, that you are still the same Julia, the same dearest, best beloved object of my earliest, and fondest affections!" He stopped short suddenly, as though he had been betrayed into expressions he had not meant to use. her eyes were fixed on the ground, and every feature convulsed by efforts to restrain her tears.

Julia's lip trembled,

"I see I am but adding to my offence," he recommenced, "I but seem to you to insult feelings which ought now to be sacred; with which, you think, and justly, I ought not, on the strength of my knowledge of them, to trifle: nor do I, heaven knows, entertain such a thought! But, what have I done? why must I be denied your friendship? the continuation of your confidence? Do not mistake me!

Mine, Julia, mine are, I repeat it, but the claims

of a brother.'

Julia's colour rose. "For heaven's sake, what do you mean? what do you dare to mean?" she exclaimed, and wrenching her hand from him, without waiting his reply, she hastened to the house. He attempted to follow; but she waved to him, to remain where he was. That evening, Julia avoided him more than ever; and with an expression, too, on her countenance, of less gentle displeasure than she had ever before evinced. When she was leaving the supper room, he added to his good night, "I am going to-morrow; early, very early;" extending, at the same time, a hand to each of the sisters.

These words arrested the step of Julia for a moment. She yielded a trembling hand, and attempted to utter a good night.

CHAPTER XLV.

"A moment the sun stood on the mountains;
The mists of the night he roll'd from their sides,
Blaz'd, and ascended the heavens."

"Yes-yes-It is the form of Fingall!-Now
The blast rolls it together-gradual

Vanish his stately limbs, and mingle with
The mountain mist."

In the morning Julia stole from the side of Frances, at a very early hour, and seated herself near a window. For a time all was still. At length she heard a step in the hall, then a gentle tap at a, not very distant, room door; then, the well known voice of Fitz-Ullin answering from within with that urbanity of tone for which he was so remarkable, the servant who had told him the hour. This was