of the old Count, who would doubtless shut his ears against conviction, to gratify his malice. All these considerations arose to my view; overpowered the little resolution I had laboured to support, and threw me into the most pitiable state of distress. I determined, however, to see the Baron the following morning, and disclose every circumstance that had passed between his nephew and myself.
I was now alone at an inn, a stranger, without a companion or a servant. The kind of doubtful appearance that I must make to the people, now first occurred; and when I desired to be conducted to my bed-room, I thought the hostess threw a scornful and scrutinizing look at me. Confused and mortified, I hastened to the apartment alloted for me, which was through a short enclosed gallery or passage, that served for a dressing-room, the inner apartment being small. I sent away the servant, locked the bed-room door, and threw myself down in my clothes,
