how many strange events may happen in that time?" "Yes, (answered she, sighing) I consider and hope death will free me from his power long before that period expires."
The Count de Bouville rose and left the room to conceal his emotions.
"I will not forgive you, my dear child, (said the Marchioness) if you indulge such desponding ideas; depend upon it happier days await you—trust in Providence, and rejoice you are now free from anxiety: equally under the protection of the ambassadors and the Marquis, Mr Weimar will not dare to molest you."
The ladies all congratulated Matilda; and, the Marchioness taking her hand, "Come with me into the garden, I must chide you, but I will not do it publicly, though you deserve it. " She led her to a little temple, at one end of the garden, and when seated she said to the still silent Matilda, "You do not con-
