"He shall love me—he shall be mine—mine for ever," mentally ejaculated Matilda.
The streets of Passau echoed to La Contessa di Laurentini's equipage, before, roused from her reverie, she found herself at the place of her destination; and she was seated in her hotel in that city, before she had well arranged her unsettled ideas. She summoned Ferdinand, a trusty servant, to whom she confided everything. "Ferdinand," said she, "you have many claims on my gratitude. I have never had cause to reproach you with infidelity in executing my purposes—add another debt to that which I already owe you; find Il Conte Verezzi within three days, and you are my best friend." Ferdinand bowed, and prepared to execute her commands. Two days passed, during which Matilda failed not to make every personal inquiry, even in the suburbs of Passau.
Alternately depressed by fear, and revived by hope, for three days was Matilda's mind in a state of disturbance and fluctuation. The evening of the third day, of the day on which Ferdinand was to return, arrived. Matilda's mind, wound up to the extreme of impatience, was the scene of conflicting passions. She paced the room rapidly.
A servant entered, and announced supper.
"Is Ferdinand returned?" hastily inquired Matilda.
The domestic answered in the negative. She sighed deeply, and struck her forehead.
Footsteps were heard in the ante-chamber without.
"There is Ferdinand!" exclaimed Matilda, exultingly, as he entered. "Well, well! have you found Verezzi? Ah! speak quickly! Ease me of this horrible suspense."
"Signora!" said Ferdinand, "it grieves me much to be obliged to declare that all my endeavours have been inefficient to find Il Conte Verezzi"
"Oh, madness! madness!" exclaimed Matilda, "is
