led her to the door. She turned her eyes upon her father, tears gushed from them, which she strove to hide, and, bowing to me, hastily withdrew.
"You are wrong, my dear Baron," said the Count, "to indulge her."
"Pardon me," answered I, "reflection will be favourable to my wishes, her vows are now given and a consideration of the duties she has taken upon herself to perform, will probably operate in my favour, and produce a desirable change in her behaviour."
"You may possibly be right," replied he, "but some how I am neither pleased nor satisfied."—Ah! he had his reasons for distrusting the perfidious wretch, whilst I was lulled into a blind security! The woman that attended her had orders to carry some wine and biscuits to her apartment. The Count and myself eat our dinner, and the day being wet, seated ourselves quietly to piquet, though my emotions did not permit me to pay much attention to the game; I felt more than once inclined to have asked
