dred times I felt myself tempted to rise and pay her a visit; yet the bare uncertainty of the reception I should meet with kept me back. I drest myself, walked up and down the room, then threw myself again on the bed, lamenting the loss of Adela's affections, cursing my fate, Don Bernardos, and myself. The night glided away with such follies, and had the morning not brought me to my senses, I don't know how all would have ended at last.
But my delirium evaporated, in proportion to the increasing light. Having put every thing in readiness for my projected journey to France, I gave proper instructions to my confidential valet, not to lose sight of the marchioness, to whom I now sent word, that I was going for a day or two to Alcantara. I took my hunting-piece with me, mounted my horse, and rode off without any attendants.
Turning out of the yard, I took it into my head, to look behind me once more. The marchioness was on the balcony, and looking after me. She seemed as blooming and as fresh as the vernal rose. Pleasure sat
