me for some time. Read this note, which I have found this moment on my dressing table." She gave me the note and I read:
"Don't fear, beautiful Marchioness, that I shall betray the secret your eyes have confessed to me. Will you receive to-morrow night, at eight o'clock, beneath the large lime-tree, a vow which my looks have made to you some time since?———Lewis, Count of S******."
It was the Count's hand writing; I could not be mistaken. My indignation was, at first, so vehement, that I flung it rather violently upon the table, and knocked a glass down. The servant, whom I had sent out of the room, returned, asking if I had rung for him? Having ordered him to retire, I embraced my wife, and promised to remove that little interruption of her tranquillity, without having recourse to violent measures. I only begged her not to change her deportment to the Count, and to leave every thing to me.
She
