feeling, as to be indifferent about the fate of an amiable girl, who esteemed and respected her. But have you any commands for me, madam,—I am really hurried at present?" "Well, Sir, (answered she) if you are determined to go, I must own I wish to preserve your esteem, at least, and therefore I promise you I will profit by your advice, and give up the French ladies." "You will entitle yourself to respect, madam, by so doing. Every French woman is not a Marchioness De Melfort, nor, I hope, a Mademoiselle De Fontelle; but 'tis necessary ladies should discriminate in their acquaintance." Then rising and kissing her hand, "Accept, madam, my grateful thanks for the favours you have honoured me with. If I ever return to England, I shall again pay my respects to you, if you will permit me; and, if I am ever happily settled in France; I shall think myself highly honoured by a visit from Mrs. Courtney, and her worthy uncle, Lord Delby." Mrs. Courtney's pride forsook her at this polite address, she burst into tears, "Adieu, my dear Count; may happiness attend you, though you leave me a prey to regret and sorrow." He hastened from her with some emotion. That woman, thought he, has many amiable qualities, but she wants steadiness and respect for herself: an imbecility of mind makes her resign herself up to her passions, from the want of resolution or fortitude to subdue them; she has naturally a good and generous heart, but she is easily led aside by others more artful than herself. He thought however he had done his duty by warning her against Mademoiselle De Fontelle; and returned to his lodging with satisfaction to himself.
Every thing being ready, the Count quitted Bath that night; slept a few hours on the road, and arrived in town the next day.
He pursued his route to Dover, and from thence to Bologne. He went to the convent, to gain intelligence: the porteress very readily answered his ques-
