how much he was in his power; but he trusted to the honour of a man he treated ill, and soon repented of his behaviour.
That night my uncle was removed to this house; the Count heard of it, and met him as he was carrying out. He pressed him to turn back.
"No, Sir," said he, "an old and faithful servant can be turned out but once.—You fear me, and therefore you hate me; but I never shall disturb the peace of your family." My uncle continued a long time in a fluctuating way, which at last turned to a fit of the gout, and held him many weeks.
During this time your letter came, I could scarcely credit my senses when I saw the address, and prepared my uncle well as I could; but indeed he almost expired with joy when I presented it to him. The next day, Peter, the Count's man, called "to ask after Mr. Ernest," he said; but I believe to observe whether we had received a letter, which was made no secret of.—"This will
