Saying these last words, Charles rose and paced up and down the room,
as if full of passion.

Faith, like anemones that flourish in the depths of the ocean when the
surface is tossed with storm, was concealed in the heart of Charles,
and inspired those feelings of holy indignation which live in secret
in the heart even when passion rages in triumph without.

Henry ventured a reply, but the excited manner of her sister checked
her, and, burying her face in her hands, she remained in silence.
Well she knew Charles was right, and in the deep sympathy of her
innocent, loving heart her feelings crept into prayer for her erring
parent, and silent tears suffused her eyes.

Whilst the two girls were thus engaged--the one pacing the room and
biting her lips with annoyance, the other wrapt in prayer and tears--
the step of Cassier was heard on the stairs.

It was unfortunate for Charles. He had given loose rein to his passion,
and it was at this moment beyond control. The scene reminds us of a
poor wife, the hapless victim of a drunkard's home, drawing on herself
brutal treatment, when, in the lonely hours of midnight and in the
pent-up feelings of a breaking heart, she would incautiously reprove
the maddened retch who is reeling home to her under the fumes of
intoxication; thus Charles gave vent to feelings she had long nursed
in her bosom, and spoke in disrespectful language of reproof to her
intoxicated father.

Cassier had come from the carousals of the lodge. The fumes of the