"What have I told you to make you afraid?"
I looked a little at his ingenuous countenance. "The mother was a very dangerous woman."
The young Englishman began to blush again. "The daughter is not," he said.
"Are you very sure?"
He didn't say he was sure, but he presently inquired in what way the Countess Salvi had been dangerous.
"You must not ask me that," I answered; "for, after all, I desire to remember only what was good in her." And as we walked back I begged him to render me the service of mentioning my name to his friend, and of saying that I had known her mother well and that I asked permission to come and see her.
9th.—I have seen that poor boy half-a-dozen times again, and a most amiable young fellow he is. He continues to represent to me, in the most extraordinary manner, my own young identity; the correspondence is perfect at all points, save that he is a better boy than I. He is evidently acutely interested in his Countess, and leads quite the same life with her that I led with Madame de Salvi. He goes to see her every evening and stays half the night; these
