plicit; if you have not left France, write under cover to Mrs. Courtney, Harley-street, Cavendish-square. If this letter is sent after you, hasten to me, dearest sister,—O, what happiness I promise myself in embracing my dearest friends. I hope Miss Weimar is with you; the uncertainty has given me great concern. Do not delay an hour to satisfy your affectionate sister and friend.
Victoria."
"Good God! I thank thee (cried the Marchioness) this is blessed news indeed." "I rejoice with you, my dearest love, (said the Marquis) but pray communicate the news to your lovely protegée."
She hastened to Matilda; she was reclining on her arms, thrown across the table, and weeping bitterly. "My charming girl do not give way to sorrow, heaven, in its own good time, will send you relief; here is an instance to prove it, (giving her the letter.) Poor Matilda raised her drooping head, andhastily
