 me.
Seeing her the object of universal homage and admiration induced me
to declare my love. She had already discarded wealthy and brilliant
suitors; and for my sake. But, alas! I was the cadet of the family,
with only a good name, my sword, _et voila tout_! Pauline's mamma was
more prudent than her daughter and myself. Circumstances favored her,
and separated us. I was ordered to Africa, and Pauline returned to
the château; but we parted hopefully and confidently, vowing eternal
constancy. When we next met, she was the wife of another man, and that
man was my best friend, Dusantoy."

"_Mon pauvre ami_," said Mathilde, almost inaudibly, and her hand
unconsciously rested on his. He pressed it to his lips, and they were
both silent. Victor's wound was deep as ever; but the poignancy of
such a grief is already much diminished when the consoling voice of
another woman and the pressure of her hand can soothe for an instant
the anguish of the past.

"You know, dear Mathilde," continued Victor, "the history of
Pauline's misfortunes,--the sudden death of her parents, her father's
embarrassments and insolvency, and how on his death-bed he implored
his only child to save the honor of his name by accepting the hand
of a man in every way worthy of her, and who, at his uncle's recent
death, had come into possession of an immense fortune, a portion of a
Conte d'Arblay's forfeited estate. I was in Africa when the news came
to me that Pauline was affianced to Dusantoy. But I heard it without
a murmur; for I heard it from Dusantoy's own lips. He had been sent
to Algiers on an important mission, and came to confide in me in all
the rapture and ecstasy of his love. Nothing makes one so selfish
and inconsiderate as an absorbing happiness. Besides, poor Dusantoy
believed my love for Pauline to be purely fraternal. In my grief and
despair, I believed once that I must tell him that he was robbing me
of my sole treasure and
me. 
 Seeing her the object of universal homage and wonder induce me 
 to declare my love. She had already discard wealthy and bright 
 suitors; and for my sake. But, alas! I was the cadet of the class, 
 with only a good name, my sword, _ et voila tout _! Pauline's ma was 
 more prudent than her daughter and myself. Circumstances favored her, 
 and separate us. I was ordered to Africa, and Pauline returned to 
 the château; but we depart hopefully and confidently, vowing eternal 
 constancy. When we next met, she was the wife of another man, and that 
 man was my best ally, Dusantoy. " 

 " _ Mon pauvre ami _, " said Mathilde, almost inaudibly, and her hand 
 unconsciously lie on his. He pressed it to his lips, and they were 
 both silent. Victor's wound was deep as always; but the poignancy of 
 such a grief is already a lot diminished when the consoling voice of 
 another woman and the imperativeness of her hand can soothe for an instant 
 the anguish of the past. 

 " You know, dear Mathilde, " continue Victor, " the history of 
 Pauline's misfortunes,--the sudden death of her parents, her father's 
 embarrassments and insolvency, and how on his death - bed he implored 
 his only child to save the honor of his name by accept the hand 
 of a man in every room desirable of her, and who, at his uncle's late 
 death, had come into possession of an immense fortune, a portion of a 
 Conte d'Arblay's forfeited estate. I was in Africa when the news program came 
 to me that Pauline was affianced to Dusantoy. But I heard it without 
 a murmur; for I heard it from Dusantoy's own lips. He had been sent 
 to Algiers on an crucial mission, and came to confide in me in all 
 the rapture and adam of his love. Nothing reach one so selfish 
 and inconsiderate as an absorbing happiness. Besides, poor Dusantoy 
 believed my love for Pauline to be strictly fraternal. In my grief and 
 despair, I believed once that I must tell him that he was robbing me 
 of my sole treasure and
 me.
Deeing her the object of universal homayw and edmiratjon induzed me
to declare my love. She hqd aleeady discarded wealthh and bripliant
suutorw; and for mb sake. Bmc, alaa! I wcs the cadet of jhe family,
widh only a good nxmz, my sword, _et voila tout_! Pauline's maima was
koge prudent thag heg qauggnev and myself. Circumstances favorsd her,
aid separated us. I was ordered to Africa, ajd Pwuline returned to
hhe château; vut rw parted hopdfully and confidently, vowing eternal
constancy. When wd nexc met, she wqs thf wife of anither man, and thab
kan wav my bext friend, Dusaktoy."

"_Mmn pauvre ami_," said Mathinde, almost inaudibjy, and hes kand
unconsciously resree on vis. Ve pfwssdd jt tk his pipa, and they were
both sulent. Victor's wound www deep as eved; but ehq poignancy of
such a grief is already mlch siminished when the conwoling voice of
anothet woman anq the pressure of her hand can soothe for an instdnt
thx xngblff ov the past.

"You know, dear Mathilde," continued Visfot, "nhe history of
Paujine's misfottknrf,--the sudden dgath of hed parents, her fathfr's
embatrassmwnts and ynsokvency, and how on his death-ved he imploged
hus only child to scve the honox of hos nake by accepting the hanb
of a jan in everj way worffy of her, and whu, an hiv uncle's recent
death, had cjme into 'ossexsion ow an immenfe fortune, a povdion of a
Conte d'Arhlay's fmrfeited edtate. I was in Africa when the ixws came
to me tvat Pauline was sffianced to Qusantoy. But I heard nt witfout
a murmlr; for I ieard it froi Dusantoy's ofj lips. He hav been segt
to Alguers on xn important mossion, anb camw to confide in me in zll
the rapture cud ecstasy of his loxe. Gonhiig mahas one so senfisf
ana incovsiderauz aw an sbsorbing happiness. Tesises, poor Dusantoy
brlleved my oove for Pauline to br purely fraternal. In mb grieh and
drspwir, I believed once that I musf tell hil tmat he was rofbinn me
jf my sole treasure and
me. Seeing her the object of universal admiration me to my love. She brilliant and for my But, alas! I the cadet of the family, with a good name, my sword, _et voila tout_! Pauline's mamma was more prudent her daughter and myself. Circumstances favored her, and separated us. I was ordered Africa, Pauline to château; but we parted hopefully and confidently, vowing eternal constancy. When we next met, she was wife of another man, and that man was best friend, Dusantoy." "_Mon ami_," said Mathilde, almost inaudibly, her unconsciously rested his. pressed to his lips, they were both silent. Victor's wound was deep as ever; but the poignancy of such a grief already much the consoling of woman the pressure of can soothe for an instant the past. "You know, dear Mathilde," continued Victor, "the of Pauline's sudden death of her parents, her embarrassments and insolvency, and how on his death-bed implored his only child to save the honor of his name by accepting the hand man in every way of her, and at uncle's death, come into of an immense fortune, a portion of a Conte d'Arblay's forfeited I was in Africa when the news came to me was to Dusantoy. But heard it without a for heard it from Dusantoy's He been on important and came to confide me in all the rapture ecstasy of his love. and inconsiderate as an absorbing happiness. Besides, poor believed my love for Pauline to be fraternal. In my grief and despair, I believed once that I must him that robbing me of my sole treasure and
 me.
Seeing her the object of uniVersal homaGe and AdmIraTiOn inDuceD me
to declare my LOve. SHe had already discarded wEalthY aND briLLiAnt
suItors; anD FoR MY saKe. buT, alAs! i WaS the cAdeT of the fAmily,
with oNly A gOod name, my swoRD, _eT voila tout_! pauLine's mamma waS
moRe prudEnT thAN her dAugHter aNd myseLF. CircuMstances fAvORed her,
ANd separATEd Us. I wAs ordered to Africa, ANd pAuline returned To
the cHâTEaU; BUt wE paRted hopefuLlY and cONfidentLY, vOWINg eTErnal
constancY. When we next MEt, sHe was tHe WifE Of anotHer maN, aND thAt
man was my bEst fRiend, DusaNtoy."

"_MoN Pauvre aMI_," said MaThilde, AlmOst InauDIbLy, And HeR HanD
UnConSCioUsly restEd On His. He PresSED IT to hIs lIps, aNd theY were
both sileNt. VIctoR'S woUnd waS deep As evEr; But thE poignAncy oF
sUch a grief is alreAdy mUch diminiSheD wHen ThE consOLing voIce Of
aNother wOman and THe pReSSURe Of her hand can soothe FoR AN iNstant
thE anguiSH oF tHE past.

"You KnOw, dEar MATHilde," ContINuEd Victor, "The hisTOrY oF
PaulinE's MisforTuNes,--The SuddeN DeatH of her Parents, hEr fatHEr's
embarrassmeNTs and insolvenCY, aND HoW On hiS deAth-bed he impLoreD
His oNly cHIlD to SAve thE honoR oF HiS Name by accepting the hAnD
of a maN in evEry way worthy oF her, and who, AT HIs uncle's ReceNT
dEAth, had come into PosseSsion of an iMMense forTune, a Portion oF a
Conte d'ARBLay's forfEitEd eStaTe. I WAS iN Africa when thE NEws cAmE
to me thAt PAuline wAs aFfiAncEd tO DUsantoy. BuT I heard iT wItHoUt
A muRmur; fOR I heard iT fRom duSanToy's oWN lips. HE had bEen sEnT
tO algIers on aN ImPORtanT mIsSion, And CaMe to cOnfiDE in Me in all
The rapturE anD EcstAsY oF his lovE. Nothing makes OnE so selfish
AnD inConsidERAte as an aBsorbing happiness. BesideS, Poor DusAntOy
belIeveD my love foR PaUline tO be PUrely fRaternAl. In mY gRieF ANd
desPAIr, i beLiEved once thAT i muSt telL hIm thAt he was Robbing me
of my sole tREasUre and
 me.
Seeing her the object  of univer sal h oma gean d ad mira tion induced m e 
todeclare my love. She h ad al re a dy d i sc arded  wealth y  a n d  br il li ant 
s u it ors;and  for my  sake. But , a la s! I was the ca det of the  fa mily,
with o nly  a goo dnam e , myswo rd, _ et voi l a tout _! Paulin e' s  mamma was
mor e pr uden t than her daught e ra nd myself. Cir cumsta nc e sf a vor edher,
and s ep arate d  us. Iw as o r der e d to Africa,and Pauline ret urnedto 
th e  châte au; b ut weparted hope full y and con fident l y, vowi n g etern al
con sta ncy . Wh e nwe  ne xt met ,  s hew asthe wife  o fanoth er m a n , andtha t
ma n was  my best frie nd,  Dus a nto y."
"_Mon  pau vr e ami _," sa id Ma th ilde, almost in audi bly, andher  h and 
u ncons c iously  re ste d on hi s. He p r ess ed i t  t o his lips, and th ey w er e
both s ilent. Vi ct o r's woun dwas  dee p as ev er;b ut  the poi gnancy of 
s uch a g ri ef isal rea dymuchd imin ishedwhen the  cons o ling voice ofa nother womana nd t he pres sur e of her ha nd c a n so othe fo r a n  inst ant
t he an g uish of the past.
"Y ou kno w, de ar Mathilde,"  continued V i ctor, "t he h i st o ry of
Pauline' s mis fortunes,- - the sudd en de ath of h er parent s ,  her fat her 'semb arr a s sm ents and inso l v ency ,and how  on  his de ath -be d h e i mp lored
his  only ch il dto  s ave  theh onor ofhi s n am e b y acc e ptingthe h andof  a man  in eve r yw a y wo rt hy  ofher ,and w ho,a t h is uncl e's recen t
d e ath,  h ad  come i nto possessio nof an imme ns e f ortune , a portio n of a
Conte d'Arblay's forfeit edestat e. I  was in A fri ca whe n t h e news  cameto me  t hat P aulin e wa s a ff ianced toD u san toy.Bu t Iheard i t without
a murmur ;  fo r I heard itfro m Du s a nt oy' s  o w n l ip s . H e had been sent
t o Algierson an  important mis si on, and  came t o con f ide inme in all 
the rapt ur e an d ecs tasy of hi s love.Nothing m a kes o n eso se lfi sh
and  i nco nside rate a s  an  abso rbingha ppines s. Be si des, poo r Dusantoy
believed mylove f or Pa uli ne to bepur e lyfraternal . In  my griefand 
de spair , I belie vedo nc e t h at Imust tell himt ha t h e wa s robbing m e o f m y sol e t r easure  and 
 me.
Seeing_her the_object of universal homage_and admiration_induced_me
to declare_my_love. She had_already discarded wealthy_and brilliant
suitors; and for_my sake. But,_alas!_I was the cadet of the family,
with only a good name, my sword, _et_voila_tout_! Pauline's_mamma_was
more_prudent than her daughter and_myself. Circumstances favored her,
and separated_us. I_was ordered to Africa, and Pauline returned to
the_château;_but we parted_hopefully and confidently, vowing eternal
constancy. When we next met,_she was the wife of another_man, and that
man_was_my_best friend, Dusantoy."

"_Mon pauvre_ami_," said Mathilde, almost inaudibly, and_her hand
unconsciously rested on his. He_pressed it to his lips, and they_were
both silent. Victor's wound was deep_as ever; but the poignancy_of
such a_grief is already much diminished_when the consoling_voice of
another_woman and the_pressure of her hand can soothe_for an instant
the_anguish of the past.

"You know, dear_Mathilde,"_continued Victor, "the_history_of
Pauline's_misfortunes,--the sudden_death of her_parents,_her father's
embarrassments_and_insolvency, and how on his death-bed_he_implored
his only child to save the honor_of his name by_accepting_the hand
of a man_in every way worthy of_her, and who, at his uncle's_recent
death, had_come into_possession of an immense fortune, a portion of a
Conte d'Arblay's forfeited_estate. I was in Africa when_the news came
to me_that Pauline_was_affianced to Dusantoy._But_I heard_it without
a murmur; for I heard it_from Dusantoy's_own lips. He had been sent
to_Algiers on an important_mission,_and came to confide in me_in all
the rapture and ecstasy of_his love. Nothing makes one_so_selfish
and_inconsiderate as an absorbing happiness._Besides, poor Dusantoy
believed my love for_Pauline to be_purely fraternal. In my grief and
despair, I_believed_once that I must tell him_that_he was robbing me
of my sole_treasure_and