colour changed, his hands trembled, and his whole frame was agitated."
"Bless me, Sir (said the Countess) what ails you?" The hypocrite struggled to recover himself; he falteringly told her, "it was a letter that announced the death of an old friend, whom he was grieved to lose."
"I thank you, Sir (said he to me;) be so good to tell your uncle I shall call at his apartment, and ask how he does by and bye."
To give you an idea of his confusion and tremulous voice is impossible. The Countess looked extremely surprised: I gave him a penetrating glance, and withdrew.
The next morning he saw my uncle; he first soothed him, and tried to get the packet Claudina had given him; but in vain were persuasions and threats, for he at length told him it was not in his possession. This highly irritated him; many words passed, which ended in his bidding my uncle to leave his house.—Nothing could be more impolitic, knowing
