be bad news to somebody," said he, and withdrew not much pleased I thought.
A few days after he called again; the Count, he said, was very low spirited, eat nothing, and he believed was going fast. 'He talks of sending for his brother to make his peace with him before he dies.'—'Indeed! (said my uncle) well, then I shall think he does repent; my poor master must know all, for I pledged myself to deliver Madam Claudina's letter after her death.—Peter said it would be better not, it would only make Mr. Ferdinand unhappy. Away he went, and a day or two after we heard you were sent for.
About a week ago Peter came again in a violent hurry; his master was desperately ill in a bad fever, seized the day before, just after writing a letter to Vienna to Mr. Ferdinand's friends, to know why he did not come as he expected. That night the fever grew worse, he was light-headed, and talked at random, often called for his brother and Ernest, therefore the Countess begged my
