drew his
daughter
aside, and
told her
in a
whisper,
Charlotte
was the
mistress
of
Montraville.
"What a
pity!"
said Mrs.
Beauchamp
softly,
(casting a
most
compassionate
glance at
her.) "But
surely her
mind is
not
depraved.
The
goodness
of her
heart is
depicted
in her
ingenuous
countenance.
""Charlotte
caught the
word pity.
"And am I
already
fallen so
low?"said
she. A
sigh
escaped
her, and a
tear was
ready to
start, but
Montraville
appeared,
and she
