at the time she accompanied the Countess de Merville had fortunately left some clothes behind, and these were now packed up for her.
In the solitude of her little chamber she gave vent to those feelings which tenderness for her father made her suppress in his presence.
"Alas! (she cried) are my hopes always to be disappointed?—must I resign the tranquillity of this cottage?—must I again launch into a world where I experienced little else than distress and danger?—Oh! scenes dear and congenial to my soul! (she exclaimed, as from a window she viewed the valley, now illumined by a bright moon), Oh! scenes dear and congenial to my soul, had I never left you I had never known the reality of falsehood, never been truly unhappy.
"I am now (she continued) about entering into a situation, which from disappointed hope I am incapable of enjoying; a situation
