ABSTRACT
On entering the breakfast-parlour, Montgomery was sitting alone by the table, where every thing remained untouched. On the sight of her he started up, and flew towards her; but his countenance expressed only solicitude and pain. He took her hand, led her to a seat, and sat down by her: both seemed unable to speak; and their silence was broken by a deepdrawn sigh from the almost convulsed bosom of Ethelinde. Montgomery, with agitation, the violence of which was encreased by his efforts to speak with calmness, at length said – ‘I await my destiny from you! I have ventured to speak to your father of hopes which he does not encourage; but if you forbid them not, I will not despair!’
