what cause I cannot possibly conceive, unacquainted as I am with him."
"What a wild idea, (exclaimed Madame), to suppose a person who is really ignorant of your existence, can have any enmity to you?"
"Good heaven! Madam, (cried Madeline) how you astonish me!"
"I repeat, (said her friend) that Monsieur D'Alembert, at this moment, knows not that such a being as Madeline Clermont exists: when he comes to the chateau he certainly must hear about you, but your real residence I shall take care to have concealed from him: Come, tell me, do you longer hesitate how to act?"
Madeline sighed deeply; she was unwilling to stay, and yet unwilling to go: unwilling from motives of affection, and a fear that if she did she should be deemed ungrateful; rightly considering that those who will not sometimes tax their feelings for a friend, are
