ABSTRACT
The night was stormy, the wind howled from the mountains, and the swollen torrents rushed with impetuosity towards the valley. Mademoiselle de Sevrac had quitted the Convent an hour aft er the close of day; and at midnight, no tidings of her, had reached her family: the Abbéa Blanc by various excuses had amused the Marquis, who concluded that she was in her chamber; till the anxiety of Madame de Sevrac, which was no longer to be concealed, roused him to demand an explanation.
