“I will this night force him to declare himself,” thought Charles.  “He shall tell me who and what he really is, and by some means I will endeavour to put an end to those frightful persecutions which Flora has suffered.”

This was a thought which considerably raised Charles’s spirits, and when he sought Flora again, which he now did, she was surprised to see him so much more easy and composed in his mind, which was sufficiently shown by his manner, than he had been but so short a time before.

“Charles,” she said, “what has happened to give such an impetus to your spirits?”

“Nothing, dear Flora, nothing; but I have been endeavouring to throw from my mind all gloomy thoughts, and to convince myself that in the future you and I, dearest, may yet be very happy.”

“Oh, Charles, if I could but think so.”

“Endeavour, Flora, to think so.  Remember how much our happiness is always in our own power, Flora, and that, let fate do her worst, so long as we are true to each other, we have a recompense for every ill.”

“Oh, indeed, Charles, that is a dear recompense.”

“And it is well that no force of circumstances short of death itself can divide us.”

“True, Charles, true, and I am more than ever now bound to look upon you with a loving heart; for have you not clung to me generously under circumstances which, if any at all could have justified you in rending asunder every tie which bound us together, surely would have done so most fully.”

“It is misfortune and distress that tries love,” said Charles.  “It is thus that the touchstone is applied to see if it be current gold indeed, or some base metal, which by a superficial glitter imitates it.”

“And your love is indeed true gold.”

“I am unworthy of one glance from those dear eyes if it were not.”

“Oh, if we could but go from here I think then we might be happy.  A strong impression is upon my mind, and has been so for some time, that these persecutions to which I have been subjected are peculiar to this house.”

“Think you so?”

“I do, indeed!”

“It may be so, Flora.  You are aware that your brother has made up his mind that he will leave the Hall.”

“Yes, yes.”

“And that only in deference to an expressed wish of mine he put off the carrying such a resolve into effect for a few days.”

“He said so much.”

“Do not, however, imagine, dearest Flora, that those few days will be idly spent.”

“Nay, Charles, I could not imagine so.”

“Believe me, I have some hopes that in that short space of time I shall be able to accomplish yet something which shall have a material effect upon the present posture of affairs.”

“Do not run into danger, Charles.”

“I will not.  Believe me, Flora, I have too much appreciation of the value of an existence which is blessed by your love, to encounter any needless risks.”