that without any scruple. My dear father had been so extremely reduced by loss of blood, and anxiety of mind, that his recovery was long, tedious, and fluctuating. Near three months we remained at the surgeon's, during which, I received three letters from the Countess. She had altered her intention of fixing in the convent near Ulm, by the persuasions of an old friend, who had professed in a convent not many miles from Baden; and from that situation, I had last the pleasure of hearing from her.
At length my father thought himself able to bear the fatigue of travelling. We took leave of the friendly gentleman to whose care and skill we had been so much indebted, and set off on our journey; but on the second day, it proved more than his strength could support; he was taken ill on the road, and was confined six weeks at an inn before we could proceed. Once more we continued our route, and by easy stages, had reached the skirts of the wood within two miles of this village, when suddenly we were attacked by
