CHAPTERXXVII。
Pensiveshemourn’d，andhungherlanguidhead，Likeafairlilyovercharg’dwithdew。
CHARLOTTEhadnowbeenleftalmostthreemonthsapreytoherownmelancholyreflexions——sadcompanionsindeed;nordidanyonebreakinuponhersolitudebutBelcour，whoonceortwicecalledtoenquireafterherhealth，andtellherhehadinvainendeavouredtobringMontravilletohearreason;andonce，butonlyonce，washermindchearedbythereceiptofanaffectionateletterfromMrs。Beauchamp。Oftenhadshewrotetoherperfidiousseducer，andwiththemostpersuasiveeloquenceendeavouredtoconvincehimofherinnocence;buttheseletterswereneversufferedtoreachthehandsofMontraville，ortheymust，thoughontheveryeveofmarriage，havepreventedhisdesertingthewretchedgirl。
Realanguishofhearthadinagreatmeasurefadedhercharms，hercheekswerepalefromwantofrest，andhereyes，byfrequent，indeedalmostcontinuedweeping，weresunkandheavy。
Sometimesagleamofhopewouldplayaboutherheartwhenshethoughtofherparents——\"Theycannotsurely，\"shewouldsay，\"refusetoforgiveme;orshouldtheydenytheirpardontome，theywinnothatemyinnocentinfantonaccountofitsmother’serrors。\"