he not guilty _himself_?" "Never mind, Mr. D'Alton, I will have my
revenge some day." She racked her brain to think of some means of
repaying him for his severity to her, but could think of nothing at
the time, and so resolved to wait and watch her opportunity.

It was some years before Miss Wilson had that opportunity for which
her heart so yearned, but come it did, surely enough, and she dealt
to Mr. D'Alton a blow so bitter that he never got over its effects.

Lillian, Mr. D'Alton's eldest daughter had, after her mother's death,
been sent to a fashionable school in Mansfield street, presided over
by the wife of one of our leading brokers. Here she made many friends,
and being known only as the beautiful and accomplished daughter of a
rich widower doing business in Montreal, and well known on the
Exchange, she was in time introduced into society, and became at one
bound the belle of the season.

At that time several British regiments occupied the Quebec Gate
barracks, and the officers were eagerly sought after by the
party-giving community, no ball being complete without at least two
or three officers in _full uniform_. Among the latter was a certain
Captain Trevelyan, the heir-apparent of an English nobleman, who was,
of course _the_ eligible young gentleman of the season. Most of the
ladies openly courted Captain Trevelyan and, figuratively speaking,
laid themselves at his feet; but Lillian D'Alton was too little
versed in such matters to know the triumph she had achieved in being
sought after as a partner by the much-admired Captain, and, when he
asked her to dance although she complied readily with his request,
yet she carried herself with an air so natural, and altogether so
different from the time-worn belles he was so accustomed to meet,