Fanshawe. Hawthorne Nathaniel

eye can see us here," said Ellen, trembling at the truth of her own

      observation, when they stood beneath a gnarled, low-branched pine, which

      Dr. Melmoth's ideas of beauty had caused him to retain in his garden.

      "Speak quickly; for I dare follow you no farther."

      The spot was indeed sufficiently solitary; and the stranger delayed no longer to explain his errand.

      "Your father," he began, – "do you not love him? Would you do aught for his welfare?"

      "Everything that a father could ask I would do," exclaimed Ellen, eagerly.

      "Where is my father? and when shall I meet him?"

      "It must depend upon yourself, whether you shall meet him in a few days or never."

      "Never!" repeated Ellen. "Is he ill? Is he in danger?"

      "He is in danger," replied the man, "but not from illness. Your father is a ruined man. Of all his friends, but one remains to him. That friend has travelled far to prove if his daughter has a daughter's affection."

      "And what is to be the proof?" asked Ellen, with more calmness than the stranger had anticipated; for she possessed a large fund of plain sense, which revolted against the mystery of these proceedings. Such a course, too, seemed discordant with her father's character, whose strong mind and almost cold heart were little likely to demand, or even to pardon, the romance of affection.

      "This letter will explain," was the reply to Ellen's question. "You will see that it is in your father's hand; and that may gain your confidence, though I am doubted."

      She received the letter; and many of her suspicions of the stranger's truth were vanquished by the apparent openness of his manner. He was preparing to speak further, but paused, for a footstep was now heard, approaching from the lower part of the garden. From their situation, – at some distance from the path, and in the shade of the tree, – they had a fair chance of eluding discovery from any unsuspecting passenger; and, when Ellen saw that the intruder was Fanshawe, she hoped that his usual abstraction would assist their concealment.