honest connexions." "There may be some truth in your observation, (said the Marchioness) but we have seen and heard of many instances where a noble soul has been inclosed within a vulgar body, and honour, fidelity, integrity and attachment are seen in a thousand examples among people of the lowest class, though I grant not in common to be met with: but then every one has not had the cultivation nor accomplishments of Matilda." "Ah! (cried the Count) your remarks are undoubtedly very just; but there are so many natural graces in this lady, that I think with the Marquis, they never could spring from a mean or improper connexion." "I think so too, replied she, but be that as it may, she shall always command our friendship and protection."
She had scarcely said this before a servant entered with a letter, she looked with surprise at the postmark, and withdrew to the window, she had no sooner opened it and perused two or three lines, than she exclaimed, "gracious heaven! in England, O, my lord the Countess is safe in England?" The Count de Bouville instantly took leave, nor did they attempt to detain him, but engaged his return in the evening, with his mother and sister, if they were disengaged.
He had no sooner left the room, than she eagerly read the contents of her letter as follows:
"My dearest sister will, I know, rejoice when I tell her I have escaped from the worst of evils, perhaps from death, and am safe in the protection of a charming English lady, Mrs. Courtney, at her villa, about three miles from London. The uncertainty whether you have left France, or on your journey to England, prevents me from being more explicit; if you have not left France, write under cover to Mrs. Courtney, Harley-street, Cavendish-square. If this letter is sent after you, hasten to me dearest sister,—O, what happiness I promise myself in embracing my dearest friends. I hope Miss Weimar is with you; the uncertainty has given me great concern. Do not
