Denbigh had retired to his room early, telling Mr. Benfield he did not feel well, and thus missed the party at supper; and by twelve, silence prevailed in the house.

As usual after a previous day of pleasure, the party were late in assembling on the following, yet Denbigh was the last who made his appearance.  Mrs. Wilson thought he threw a look round the room as he entered, which prevented his making his salutations in his usual easy and polished manner.  In a few minutes, however, his awkwardness was removed, and they took their seats at the table.  At that moment the door of the room was thrown hastily open, and Mr. Jarvis entered abruptly, and with a look bordering on wildness in his eye—­“Is she not here?” exclaimed the merchant scanning the company closely.

“Who?” inquired all in a breath.

“Polly—­my daughter—­my child,” said the merchant, endeavoring to control his feelings; “did she not come here this morning with Colonel Egerton?”

He was answered in the negative, and he briefly explained the cause of his anxiety.  The colonel had called very early, and sent her maid up to his daughter who rose immediately.  They had quitted the house together, leaving word the Miss Moseleys had sent for the young lady to breakfast, for some particular reason.  Such was the latitude allowed by his wife, that nothing was suspected until one of the servants of the house said he had seen Colonel Egerton and a lady drive out of the village that morning in a post-chaise and four.

Then the old gentleman first took the alarm, and he proceeded instantly to the lodge in quest of his daughter.  Of the elopement there now remained no doubt, and an examination into the state of the colonel’s room, who, it had been thought, was not yet risen, gave assurance of it.  Here was at once sad confirmation that the opinion of Mr. Holt was a just one.  Although every heart felt for Jane during this dreadful explanation, no eye was turned on her excepting the stolen, and anxious glances of her sister; but when all was confirmed, and nothing remained but to reflect or act upon the circumstances, she naturally engrossed the whole attention of her fond parents.  Jane had listened in indignation to the commencement of the narrative of Mr. Jarvis, and so firmly was Egerton enshrined in purity within her imagination, that not until it was ascertained that both his servant and clothes were missing, would she admit a thought injurious to his truth.  Then indeed the feelings of Mr. Jarvis, his plain statement corroborated by this testimony, struck her at once as true; and as she rose to leave the room, she fell senseless into the arms of Emily who observing her movement and loss of color had flown to her assistance.  Denbigh had drawn the merchant out in vain efforts to appease him, and happily no one witnessed this effect of Jane’s passion but her nearest relatives.  She was immediately removed to her own room, and in a short time was in bed with