Calantha had read of love, and felt it;

she had laughed at the sickening rhapsodies of sentiment, and turned with disgust from the inflamatory pages of looser pens; but, alas! her own heart now presented every feeling she most abhorred; and it was in herself, she found the reality of all that during her whole existence, she had looked upon with contempt and disgust. Every remaining scruple left her; she still urged delay; but to accompany her master and lover, was now her firm resolve.