She raised her handsome face. Her large brown eyes were filled with tears.
"Are you sorry that you have come with me?" said the young man.
Catherine shook her head.
"No," said she; "how unthankful I should then be."
"And yet, you are weeping."
"I am not weeping," said Catherine, as she drew her hands across her eyes and tried to smile. "I was just thinking how happy my father would have been, had he, at the end of his wanderings, found this still place. Ah! just so had he wished and dreamed. Still it could not be so. How your parents will rejoice to see you again."
She was about to rise. Lambert touched her shoulder.
"Stay yet a moment, Catherine, I have--I must ask you something."
The anxiety that had already before showed itself in his face become still greater. His brows were contracted. His eyes had a stern, severe look.
Catherine looked up at him with astonishment.