 before witnesses,
she dared not enquire.

Lord Westhaven had not yet explained to him to what he principally owed
the extraordinary kindness he had met with. He knew not that the lady on
whom he had the honour to wait was the daughter of that master to whom
he had been so much obliged.

The first days that Lord and Lady Westhaven and Emmeline had passed with
the Baron, had been engaged by company or in parties which he made to
shew the views of the surrounding country to his English guests. The
Chevalier never suffered Emmeline to be absent from these excursions,
nor when at home allowed her to be a moment out of his company. If she
sought refuge in the chamber of Mrs. St. Alpin, he followed her; if she
went with her to her plants, thither also came Bellozane; and having
acquired from his aunt's books a few physical and botanical terms,
affected to desire information, which the old Lady, highly pleased with
his desire of improvement in her favourite studies, gave him with great
simplicity.

Lord Westhaven grew apprehensive that the jaunts of pleasure which the
Baron continued to propose would be too fatigueing for his wife. And as
they were now to go on a visit to one of St. Alpin's old military
friends, who resided at the distance of fifteen miles, and where they
were to remain all night, he prevailed on her to stay at home, where
Emmeline also desired to be left.

Bellozane, detesting a party which the ladies were not to enliven, made
some efforts to be excused also; but he found his declining to go would
so much chagrin and disappoint his father, that, with whatever
reluctance, he was obliged to set out with him.

Lady Westhaven, who was a good deal indisposed, went to lie down in her
own room; whither Emmeline attended her, and finding she was disposed to
sleep, left her. Mrs. St. Alpin was busied in her garden; and Emmeline,
delighted with an opportunity of being alone, retired to her room to
write to Mrs. Stafford. She had not proceeded far in her letter, when a
servant informed her that the messenger who had been sent to Geneva for
her box was returned with it. She desired that it might be brought up.
Madelon came to assist her in opening it, and then left her.

She took out the cloaths and linen, and then the two embroidered
caskets, which she put on the table before her, and gazed at with
melancholy pleasure, as silent memorials of her parents. They brought
also to her mind the
