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Still, there are circumstances about this which will make it forever memorable to me." "Look at those lights," exclaimed Mrs. Thornton, suddenly; "what varied colors!" "Let us walk into that grotto," said Despard, turning toward a cool, dark place which lay before them. Here, at the end of the grotto, was a tree, at the foot of which was a seat. They sat down and staid for hours.
As my opinion is, that Colonel Despard fell a sacrifice to the intrigues and the spy plots of the ministers of that day, and their detestable agents, that the verdict was obtained against him by perjury, and that he was in no degree guilty of the charges that were preferred against him, it will be most interesting to watch the progress of those concerned in his prosecution and trial, and to mark their end.
The counsel for the prisoner well knew that these evidence to character were not worth a straw; for they had not known any thing of Colonel Despard for many years past, and yet these men were called, and others of the most vital importance were not called. Gracious God! as Mr. now Sir Thomas Lethbridge, would say, it almost makes my hair stand an end upon my head! Two out of three, viz.
He had just written the following words: "The Anacreontic hymns of John Damascenus form a marked contrast to " when the sentence was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in!" It was the servant with letters from the post-office. Despard put down his pen gravely, and the man laid two letters on the table.
On the following morning Despard was walking along when he met her suddenly at a corner of the street. He stopped with a radiant face, and shaking hands with her, for a moment was unable to speak. "This is too much happiness," he said at last. "It is like a ray of light to a poor captive when you burst upon me so suddenly. Where are you going?" "Oh, I'm only going to do a little shopping."
Despard then produced some composition of his own, made after the manner of the Eastern chants, which he insisted were the primitive songs of the early Church. The words were those fragments of hymns which are imbedded in the text of the New Testament. The chant was a marvelous one.
Despard always went up to the Grange and accompanied her to the church. Yet he scarcely ever went at any other time. A stronger connection and a deeper familiarity arose between them, which yet was accompanied by a profound reverence on Despard's part, that never diminished, but as the familiarity increased only grew more tender and more devoted.
My God!" she cried, in Italian; "did he not did they not in their last moments think of me, and wonder how they could have been betrayed by Langhetti's daughter!" "My dear, be calm, I pray. You are blaming yourself unjustly, I assure you." Despard was ghastly pale as this conversation went on. He turned his face away.
It was only subsequent circumstances that led my uncle to have some vague suspicions." "What were those, may I ask?" "I would rather not tell," said Despard, who shrank from relating to a stranger the mysterious story of Edith Brandon. "It is as well, perhaps. At any rate, you say there were no suspicions expressed till your uncle was led to form them?" "No." "About how long ago was this?"
"Oh!" cried Beatrice, "is he not my father?" Mrs. Compton looked around with staring eyes, and trembled from head to foot. Her lips moved she began to speak, but the words died away on her lips. "Your father!" said Despard; "his acts have cut him off from a daughter's sympathy." "Yet he has a father's feelings, at least for his dead son.
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