mmunions different from your own. So much steadiness in
your own religion, yet so much prudence, in a man so young, they said,
was astonishing! No wonder that your character ran so high, in every
court you had visited.

My mother came in soon after you had left us. She was equally surprised
and grieved to find you gone. She thought she was sure of your staying
supper; and, not satisfied with the slight leave she had taken, she had
been strengthening her mind to pass an hour in your company, in order to
take a more solemn one.

My father asked her after her daughter.

Poor soul! said she, she has heard that the chevalier was to be here, to
take leave of us.

By whom? by whom? said my father.

I cannot tell: but the poor creature is half-raving to be admitted among
us. She has dressed herself in one of her best suits; and I found her
sitting in a kind of form, expecting to be called down. Indeed, Lady
Sforza, the method we are in, does not do. So the chevalier said,
replied that lady. Well, let us change it, with all my heart. It is no
pleasure to treat the dear girl harshly--O sister! this is a most
extraordinary man!

That moment in bolted Camilla--Lady Clementina is just at the door. I
could not prevail upon her--

We all looked upon one another.

Three soft taps at the door, and a hem, let us know she was there.

Let her come in, dear girl, let her come in, said the count: the
chevalier is not here.

Laurana arose, and ran to the door, and led her in by the hand.

Dear creature, how wild she looked!--Tears ran down my cheeks: I had not
seen her for two days before. O how earnestly did she look round her!
withdrawing her hand from her cousin, who would have led her to a chair,
and standing quite still.

Come and sit by me, my sweet love, said her weeping mother.--She stept
towards her.

Sit down, my dear girl.

No: you beat me, remember.

Who beat you, my dear?--Sure nobody would beat my child!--Who beat you,
Clementina?

I don't know--Still looking round her, as wanting somebody.

Again her mother courted her to sit down.

No, madam, you don't love me.

Indeed, my dear, I do.

So you say.

Her father held out his open arms to her. Tears ran down his cheeks. He
could not speak.--Ah, my father! said she, stepping towards him.

He caught her in his arms--Don't, don't, sir, faintly struggling, with
averted face--You love me not--You refused to see your child, when she
wanted to claim your pr