“Eugene, how often must I entreat you not to speak thus.  Man’s happiness or misery, in a great measure, depends upon himself.  You have often said that when with me, you reason more calmly than when you think alone; only tell me coherently what has chanced, and all may not be so gloomy as you believe.”

St. Eval suffered himself to be persuaded, and seating himself beside his sister, he complied with her request.

The fact was simply this.  He had returned to England, at the entreaty of his sister, determined to discover if indeed there existed any hope of his at length obtaining Caroline’s affections.  Lady Gertrude’s letter to him purposely portrayed the many amiable qualities existing in Caroline’s character, and the general tenour of her words had led him to resolve that if he could indeed make so favourable an impression on her heart as to teach her to forget the past, he too would banish pride, and secure his happiness, and he hoped hers, by a second offer of his hand.  Her conduct, guarded as it was, had unconsciously strengthened his hopes, and the last few weeks he had relaxed so much in his reserve, as to excite in the mind of Caroline the hope, almost the certainty, that he no longer despised her, and created for himself many truly delightful hours.  It so happened that, on the evening to which he referred, Caroline had gone to a large party, under the protection of the Countess of Elmore, who at the entreaty of the lady of the house, had obtained the permission of Mrs. Hamilton to introduce her.  The young Earl had devoted himself to her the greater part of the evening, to the satisfaction of both, when his pleasure was suddenly and painfully alloyed by her visible confusion at the unexpected entrance, and still more unexpected salutation, of Lord Alphingham.  Caroline had so seldom met the Viscount during the season, that she was not yet enabled to conquer her agitation whenever she beheld him.  She ever dreaded his addressing her; ever felt that somewhat lurked in his insinuating voice, that would in the end lead to evil; besides which, her abhorrence towards him whenever Percy’s tale flashed across her mind, which it never failed to do when he appeared, always prevented her retaining her calmness undisturbed.  Lord St. Eval had left England with the impression that Alphingham was his favoured rival, and his imagination instantly attributed Caroline’s emotion at his entrance into a preference for the Viscount.  His earnest manner suddenly became chilled, his eloquence checked.  Intuitively Caroline penetrated his suspicions; the wish to prove they were mistaken and unjust increased her confusion, and instead of lessening, confirmed them.  St. Eval said little more to her during the evening; but he watched her.  He saw Lord Alphingham whisperingly address her.  She appeared to become more painfully confused, and St. Eval could scarcely restrain himself from hurrying from her sight for ever; but he did restrain himself, only to be more tortured.