politeness to restrain. "I congratulate you, ladies, on an intimacy, minds like your's naturally create. For you, madam, (turning to Mademoiselle De Fontelle, who was pale with fear, observing his violence) you were never an object of my esteem, and long since of my aversion and contempt: your diabolical falsehoods have deprived me of happiness for ever; but vengeance will one day overtake you—I promise you it shall, (said he, in a voice that made her tremble and unable to go on.) For you, madam. (turning to Mrs. Courtney) I have still some respect; you have many good qualities; but your malice and dislike of an unoffending and excellent young woman, is inexcusable, and very evidently pursued, by attaching yourself to one you know all your and her friends despise; malice only is the cement of your intimacy. Take my advice, madam,—break it off, and entitle yourself to the respect and esteem of those who are the friends of yourself and Lord Delby."
He was going to leave them, but Mrs. Courtney, struck by his manner and words, still partial to him, cried out, "Stop, my Lord,—tell me how long you remain in Bath?" "This night I leave it, (said he) and a day or two hence I shall quit England." "For heaven's sake! (cried she) let me see you for five minutes, an hour hence;—do not deny me, 'tis the last favour I will ever ask." Seeing he hesitated, "At No. 11, on the South Parade—I will expect you."
She hastily followed her companions, who had gladly removed a few paces from them, and left the Count irresolute, whether he should oblige her or not: but recollecting the civilities he had received at her house and Lord Delby's, he thought gratitude and honour required his obedience.
He called on his friends, and at the appointed hour attended Mrs. Courtney. When introduced, she was alone, and very melancholy, but rose to receive him
