96 THE LANSBYS OF LANSBY HALL. 



that, by the bar he had placed between them, her happiness was 

 as much sacrificed as that of her cousin — and hud she been in- 

 different to him he would not have condemned her to so much 

 misery. Hitherto, indeed, the noble behaviour of his daughter 

 had deceived him. Her uncomplaining meekness, her gentle- 

 ness, and her dutiful submission to his will, had hidden from him 

 the depth of sufferings she endured. And, unknown perhaps to 

 himself, there was another ingredient in the bitterness of the ha- 

 tred which he professed to entertain for Francis Lansby. Since 

 the astonishing change in their respective situations, her former 

 lover had made no efforts to discover tliat his affection for Julia 

 was unchanged. The thought of his being able to forget his 

 daughter was more galliog to Sir Walter's disposition than even 

 his marrying her would have bean. 



"Waken, Julia! rouse yourself, my child; I spoke too bit- 

 terly; misfortune has made me mad. I hate him not." Whilst 

 he uttered these exclamations, Julia slowly recovered, and 

 looked at her father with a faint smile as if to thank him for his 

 attempts to comfort her. " But he has forgotten us," he conti- 

 nued ; " he thinks not of us — and why, since he has banished you 

 from his memory— ^o you continue to waste a thought on him ?" 



G. p. HEARDEB, PRINTER, PLYMOUTH. 



