`` Go ! go ! '' he cried , in a heart-broken tone , yet still kissed and clung to her hands till she tore them away and fled into the house . Helen missed her soon after she went , but could not follow for several minutes ; then went to their chamber and there found Amy drowned in tears , and terribly agitated . Soon the story was told with sobs and moans , and despairing lamentations fit to touch a heart of stone . `` I do love him -- oh , I do ; but I did n't know it till he was so unhappy , and now I 've done this dreadful harm . He 'll die , and I ca n't help him , see him , or be anything to him . Oh , I 've been a wicked , wicked girl , and never can be happy any more . '' Angry , perplexed , and conscience-stricken , for what now seemed blind and unwise submission to the major , Helen devoted herself to calming Amy , and when at last the poor , broken-hearted little soul fell asleep in her arms , she pondered half the night upon the still unsolved enigma of the Baron Sigismund . VIII MORE MYSTERY `` Uncle , can I speak to you a moment ? '' said Helen , very gravely , as they left the breakfast-room next morning . `` Not now , my dear , I 'm busy , '' was the hasty reply , as the major shawled Mrs. Cumberland for an early promenade . Helen knit her brows irefully , for this answer had been given her half a dozen times lately when she asked for an interview . It was evident he wished to avoid all lectures , remonstrances , and explanations ; and it was also evident that he was in love with the widow . `` Lovers are worse than lunatics to manage , so it is vain to try to get any help from him , '' sighed Helen , adding , as her uncle was gallantly leading his stout divinity away into the garden : `` Amy has a bad headache , and I shall stay to take care of her , so we ca n't join your party to Chillon , sir . We have been there once , so you need n't postpone it for us . '' `` Very well , my dear , '' and the major walked away , looking much relieved . As Helen was about to leave the salon Casimer appeared . A single glance at her face assured him that she knew all , and instantly assuming a confiding , persuasive air that was irresistible , he said , meekly , -- `` Mademoiselle , I do not deserve a word from you , but it desolates me to know that I have grieved the little angel who is too dear to me . For her sake , pardon that I spoke my heart in spite of prudence , and permit me to send her this . ''
XXXXX glanced from the flowers he held to his beseeching face , and her own softened .
Amy Chillon Helen Mademoiselle Sigismund VIII left minutes night remonstrances