confidence in his abilities De Cmirtenay was residing with Iiis bride at Exeter, when he received intelligence that the Earl of Clare was on his way to pay them a visit, and the following day Eva welcomed her father to her new home. The earl was accompanied by a lady whom he in-trusted to his daughter's care, desiring that she might be kept in safety till Edward's pleasure concerning her should be known. At first the fair captive was inconsolable, but she at length found some alleviation of her grief in re-counting her eventful history in the sympathizing ear of Eva, now Marchioness of Devon. The Lady Eleanora was theonly daughter of Simon do Montfort, and inherited the firm and relentless characteristics of her house, which the sedulous instructions of her mother Eleanor Plantagenet had somewhat softened and subdued. Her brother Guy, having gained absolution from the terrible malediction of the church, had sought to carry out his plans of vengeance by making an alliance with the "Welsh, and to cement the treaty, he had consented to bestow his sister upon Llewel-lyn, and the young lady was on her way to meet her bride-groom when her vessel was intercepted, and herself made prisoner by Earl Clare. Her position as the prospective Queen of "Wales more than the enmity of her brother, made her fear the severity of her cousin, the King of England, but Eva assured her that the sentiments of Edward were characterized by the most generous chivalry, and that no feelings of malice or revenge could actuate him to any un-gallant procedure against her. Notwithstanding the con-fidence with which Eva made this asseveration, the fair bride of Llewellyn listened with a faint smile of incredulity, and answered with a sigh, "Ah ! lady, the poor daughter of de Montfort covets thine ignorance of the dark passions that rankle in the human breast !" " Thy fair young face gives little evidence of experience in worldly ills," returned Eva, with some surprise. " Events, not years, confer experience," replied Elin, " and young as I am, I have marked cherish-ed resentment ripen into deadly enmity. The unjust asper-sion of Henry III. wrought upon the mind of my father, 408 HEROINES OF THE CRUSADES.