appear worse; and desired they might be left together.
"You have heard, my love, I suppose (said she, turning her languid eyes upon Madeline as Agatha closed the door after her), that Madame D'Alembert is sent for."
"I have, Madam," replied Madeline.
"I hope (resumed the Countess) she may not arrive too late."
"Heaven forbid! (cried Madeline shuddering); I trust when she arrives, she will find your Ladyship pretty well recovered."
"Believe me, my dear (said the Countess), 'tis on her account I principally desire to recover; she still chains me to a world, to which I am in a great degree grown indifferent, from the loss of several of my dearest connexions, as well as many other heavy calamities;—but for her, I should look forward to the idea of quitting it with pleasure, as I should to a release from pain and trouble—should consider it with delight, as a
