tion contained in that letter she had delivered to him, in the hope of creating jealousies and disturbances to embitter their future days.
"You tell me nothing, Sir," answered she haughtily, "but what I have long since been informed of, except who was the writer of the letter; the conjecture is not wholly improbable, nor the motives which gave rise to it, at all unlikely. My passions carried me beyond the bounds of decency when I struck Caroline; but she intruded at an improper time, and was the sufferer. I have no objection to accede to your proposition, and declare her innocence as far as my own belief goes; but I expect that letter shall be produced as my justification. You see, Sir, to what meannesses you subject me by your attachments; I expect this to be the last folly of the kind; if you choose to make yourself ridiculous, I desire to be left out of the business."
She left the room with an air of disdain and superiority, that convinced him concessions
