on the wide world to her own despairing heart. Let us both go to Rome,
and seek her out. I will persuade her to accept what she refuses from
you."

Godolphin pressed his wife's hand, but spoke not. They went that day to
Rome. Lucilla had departed for Leghorn, and thence taken her passage in a
vessel bound to the northern coasts of Europe. Perhaps she had sought her
father's land? With that hope, in the absence of all others, they
attempted to console themselves.

CHAPTER XLVIII.

IN WHICH TWO PERSONS, PERMANENTLY UNITED, DISCOVER THAT NO TIE CAN PRODUCE
UNION OF MINDS.

Weeks passed on, and, apparently, Godolphin had reconciled himself to the
disappearance and precarious destiny of Lucilla. It was not in his calm
and brooding nature to show much of emotion; but there was often, even.
in the presence of Constance, a cloud on his brow, and the fits of
abstraction to which he had always been accustomed grew upon him more
frequently than ever. Constance had been inured for years to the most
assiduous, the most devoted attentions; and now, living much alone with
Godolphin, she began somewhat to miss them; for Godolphin could be a
passionate, a romantic, but he could not be a very watchful lover. He had
no petits soins. Few husbands have, it is true; nor is it necessary for
husbands in general. But Constance was not an ordinary woman; she loved
deeply, but she loved according to her nature--as a woman proud and
exacting must love. For Godolphin, her haughty step waxed timorous and
vigilant; she always sprang forward the first to meet him on his return
from his solitary ramblings, and he smiled upon her with his wonted