'By Jove, I should think so,' added Allan, gloomily; 'but this affair, like Cameron's marriage, beats the mysteries of Udolpho!'
CHAPTER XI.
'GUP,' AND WHAT CAME OF IT,
And now, ere it is too late, to let a little light on what must seem a mystery, and to tell a story which Eveline was not to hear until the fatal die was cast.
'Dear Evan,' said a handsome girl, as she interlaced her slender fingers on Cameron's arm lovingly in one of the most secluded walks of the Princes-Street Gardens, and under the shadow of the towering castle rock, 'I cannot bear to see you looking so unhappy—what is the matter?'
'Eveline Graham has ceased to meet me. She is ill—or—or I know not what!'
'Cannot you ascertain?'
'No. I have no means of ascertaining; moreover, only the other day she cut me.'
'Cut you—passed you?'
'Cut me dead!'