honoured sir,
"How my heart rejoiced at the sight of your well-known hand! Ah! my dear young master, hard is your lot to wander about in search of peace; sad, sad doings to be sure: But your dear son, master Charles, is well, and my nephew dotes upon him, he is so good, and so clever; he will live, I hope, to be a blessing to you.—You ask, Sir, about Madam Claudina; she is as well as she can be, but desires to be forgotten by all the world. At a proper age your daughter will be restored to you, till then I beseech you, Sir, to make no farther inquiries. Madam Claudina is dead to you.
"The Count, my master, seems oppressed with melancholy: He has also received some unknown caution, advice, or reproof, from the same voice which astonished you; for a few days ago, after being about an hour in bed, the servants were alarmed by the ringing of his bell; all flew to his room, I among the rest; we found him in the anti-chamber
