ABSTRACT
As I finished the last stanza, Isabella entered the room. Th ere was a cast of tender melancholy in her countenance that touched my heart; her eyes were still humid with tears, and every feature bore evident signs of more than ordinary sorrow. ‘Walsingham,’ said she, with a mild and impressive tone, ‘you will be surprised when I inform you of the change which is about to take place in Lady Aubrey’s family: – your aunt, in a few days, will be the wife of Edward Blagden. By the artifice of your ancient enemy, Sir Sidney is estranged from the bosom of his mother, and the long-buried mystery of his birth must at last be unravelled.’
