little gratified on finding in the character of Paoli, at least one trait that bore the semblance of a virtue.
But when he found that some of his interrogatories were evaded, and others answered undecisively, the look of gentleness which he had assumed, vanished, and his brow wore the cloud of disappointment and of anger.
The conversation, which this transient good-humour had animated, now sunk into silence. Madame de Rubine, who found no difficulty in ascertaining the cause, lamented that she had been deceived, though the had the internal satisfaction of knowing that it was candour, not childish credulity, that had thus momentarily obscured her better judgment.
Her spirits were, however, both soothed and invigorated by the glowing landscape before her; and she felt refreshed by thesoft
