"Well, Matilda, (said the Marchioness, in a reproachful tone) since you are inflexible to our wishes, I must insist upon your going with me to Mrs Courtney's: what will she, what will my sister think, but that I have treated you ill, and you can no longer remain with one you have ceased to love."
"Kill me not, (cried she, in an agony) with such reproaches; let me fly to the Countess and disclose my reasons—ah! surely she will do more justice to my heart: oh! madam, that you could see it—that you could read the love, the admiration, and respect indelibly imprinted there, with your image, never, never to be erased whilst it beats within my bosom."
Overcome with these sensations, she wept aloud; the Marchioness embraced and soothed her.
The carriage was ordered, and they drove to Mrs Courtney's. the Marquis setting them down, and going on to Lord Delby's.
