indulged in a vague hope of returning to England.  But Herbert could only have found himself again in his native country as a prisoner on parole.  It would have been quite impossible for him to mix in the civil business of his native land, or enjoy any of the rights of citizenship.  If a mild sovereign in his mercy had indeed accorded him a pardon, it must have been accompanied with rigorous and mortifying conditions; and his presence, in all probability, would have been confined to his country residence and its immediate neighbourhood.  The pride of Lady Annabel herself recoiled from this sufferance; and although Herbert, keenly conscious of the sacrifice which a permanent estrangement from England entailed upon his wife and child, would have submitted to any restrictions, however humiliating, provided they were not inconsistent with his honour, it must be confessed that, when he spoke of this painful subject to his wife, it was with no slight self-congratulation that he had found her resolution to remain abroad under any circumstances was fixed with her habitual decision.  She communicated both to the Bishop of ——­ and to her brother the unexpected change that had occurred in her condition, and she had reason to believe that a representation of what had happened would be made to the Royal family.  Perhaps both the head of her house and her reverend friend anticipated that time might remove the barrier that presented itself to Herbert’s immediate return to England:  they confined their answers, however, to congratulations on the reconciliation, to their confidence in the satisfaction it would occasion her, and to the expression of their faithful friendship; and neither alluded to a result which both, if only for her sake, desired.

The Herberts had quitted Venice a very few days after the meeting on the island of St. Lazaro; had travelled by slow journeys, crossing the Apennines, to Genoa; and only remained in that city until they engaged their present residence.  It combined all the advantages which they desired:  seclusion, beauty, comfort, and the mild atmosphere that Venetia had seemed to require.  It was not, however, the genial air that had recalled the rose to Venetia’s cheek and the sunny smile to her bright eye, or had inspired again that graceful form with all its pristine elasticity.  It was a heart content; a spirit at length at peace.  The contemplation of the happiness of those most dear to her that she hourly witnessed, and the blissful consciousness that her exertions had mainly contributed to, if not completely occasioned, all this felicity, were remedies of far more efficacy than all the consultations and prescriptions of her physicians.  The conduct of her father repaid her for all her sufferings, and realised all her dreams of domestic tenderness and delight.  Tender, grateful, and affectionate, Herbert hovered round her mother like a delicate spirit who had been released by some kind mortal from a tedious and revolting thraldom, and who believed he could