Do I! But what of Jeronymo? I don’t under-stand you.

Jeronymo, now you are well, will be happy.

Am I well? An, Sir! But save me, save me, chevalier! faintly screaming, and looking about her, with a countenance of woe and terror.

I will save you, madam. The general will also protect you. Of whom are you afraid?

O the cruel, cruel Laurana! She withdrew her hand in a hurry, and lifted up the sleeve of the other arm You shall see O I have been cruelly used But you will protect me. Forbearing to shew her arm, as she seemed to intend.

Laurana shall never more come near you.

But don’t hurt her! Come, sit down by me, and I will tell you all I have suffered.

She hurried to her former seat; and sat down by her weeping Camilla. 1 followed her. She mo-tioned to me to sit down by her.

Why, you must know, chevalier She paused Ah my head! putting her hand to it Well, but, now you must leave me. Something is wrong Leave me I don’t know myself

Then looking with a face of averted terror at me You are not the same man I talked to just now! Who are you, Sir? She again faintly shrieked, and threw her arms about Camilla’s neck, once more hiding her face in her bosom.

I could not bear this. Not very well before, it was too much for me. I withdrew.

Don’t withdraw, chevalier, said the general, drying his eyes.

I withdrew, however, to Mr. Lowther’s chamber. He not being there, I shut the door upon myself So oppressed! my dear Dr. Bartlett, I was greatly oppressed.

Recovering myself in a few moments, I went to Jeronymo. I had but just entered his chamber, when the general, who seemed unable to speak, took my hand, and in silence led me to his mother’s dressing-room. As we entered it, She enquires after you, chevalier, said he, and laments your departure. She thinks she has offended you. Thank God, she has recollection!

When I went in, she was in her mother’s arms; her mother soothing her, and weeping over her.

See, see, my child, the chevalier! you have not offended him.

She quitted her mother’s arms. I approached her. I thought it was not you that sat by me, a while ago. But when you went away from me, I saw it could be nobody but you. Why did you go away? Was you angry?

I could not be angry, madam. You bid me leave you: and I obeyed.

Well, but now what shall I say to him, madam? c

I don’t know what I would say. You, madam, step-ping with a hasty motion towards her sister-inlaw, will not tell Laurana any-thing against me?

Unhappy hour, said her mother, speaking to the general, that I ever yielded to her going to the cruel Laurana!

The marchioness took her hand; I hate Laurana, my dear; 1 love no-body but you.