The next intelligence was of an attempt being made to force Florence, his sister, into a marriage most repugnant to her feelings.  This aroused his indignation afresh.  He wrote to her strongly, and conjured her by every high and holy consideration not to permit the sacrifice to take place.  Florence possessed too much of the same spirit that he did to yield tamely in a matter like this.  His frequent letters strengthened her to resist all the attempts of her mother and brother to induce her to yield to their mercenary wishes.  Finding that she was firm, a system of persecution, in the hope of forcing her to an assent, was commenced against her.  As soon as Charles learned this, he went immediately to P—­, and saw Florence at the home of a mutual friend.  He had little difficulty in persuading her to return home with him.  Neither her mother nor William showed her any real affection, and they were both plotting against her happiness for life.  On the other hand, there had always been between her and Charles a deep attachment.  She not only loved him, but confided in him.  She had never seen his wife; but Charles had written so much about her, and Ellen’s letters had pictured a mind so gentle, so good, that Florence loved her only less than she loved her brother.  And there was another there to love, of whom she had heard much—­a fair-haired girl named Florence.  Is it a subject of wonder that she fled from her mother, to find a paradise in comparison to what she had left, in the home of Charles and his pure-hearted companion?  We think not.

The meeting between her and Ellen was one in which both their hearts overflowed—­in which affections mingled—­in which two loving spirits became united in bonds that nothing could break.

We turn, now, to the disappointed Mrs. Linden.  Knowing that to inform her mother of the step she had resolved to take would do no good, but only cause her to endure a storm of passion, Florence left home without the slightest intimation of her purpose.

Mrs. Linden, in settling upon her son William her whole estate, with the small reservation before mentioned, gave up to him the splendid mansion in which she lived, with its costly furniture—­and the entire control of it, as a matter that followed of course, to his young wife.  Many months had not passed, before doubts of the propriety of what she had done began to creep into the mind of Mrs. Linden.  Her pride of family had been gratified—­but already had her pride of independence been assailed.  It was plain that she was not now of as much importance in the eyes of her son as before.  As to Antoinette, the more she came intimately in contact with her, the less she liked her.  She found little in her that she could love.  The scheme of marrying Florence to a young man of “one of the first families” (the only recommendation he had) was heartily entered into by this worthy trio, and while there was a prospect of its accomplishment, they drew together with much appearance of harmony.