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.

Don’t hate her, however Chevalier, whispering-ly, Who is this lady?

The general rejoiced at the question; for this was the first time she had ever taken any particular no-tice of his lady, or enquired who she was, notwith — standing her generous tenderness to her.

That lady is your sister, your brother Signor Gia-como’s wife

My sister! how can that be? Where has she been all this time?

Your sister by marriage: your elder brother’s wife.

I don’t understand it. But why, madam, did you not tell me so before? I wish you happy. Laurana would not let me be her cousin. Will you own me?

The young marchioness clasped her arms about her. My sister, my friend, my dear Clementina! Call me your sister, and I shall be happy!

What strange things, said she, have come to pass?

How did these dawnings of reason rejoice every one

Sir, turning to the general, let me speak with you.