life. He cheerfully advanced to Chlorinda, and then turned round with an intention to salute the other lady, whom his eagerness had not yet permitted him to notice.
A thunder-clap that drops from a clear and serene sky, could not have more suddenly overwhelmed him than this unexpected view. He reeled back into a chair, and fainted with surprize. Chlorinda rose to give him her assistance, but the dutchess kept her back, crying, "Let the wretch perish!"
—"Barbarous woman!" answered Chlorinda, who got from the dutchess, and rung her people for help. At this time I also left the alcove, and hastened to my friend. "You too, marquis!" exclaimed the dutchess, with Cæsar's words.
As soon as the count was a little better, her grace rose from the sopha, and with an enraged countenance, and a scornful look, quitted the house without saying a word more, The count was, for some time, quite distract ed, and began to long for his country, where he hoped to find his Caroline reclaimed from error, and restored to her health. It had in-
