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make his appearance. This, however, he conceived unlikely; for the hurt he had received did not appear to be one of a trifling nature. In removing him, he had seemed so weak, that he could not stand or move without support; and Charles was naturally inclined to suspect that some of sir Philip's servants, taking ad. vantage of their master's agitated state of mind, had assisted the brigand to a place of safety.
On arriving at home, a note was put into his hands, which the baronet had sent previous to his quitting Naples, but which had not reached their house when Charles set out in the morning. It only contained these words:
“ DEAR MELVILLE,
“ Accept my sincere thanks for. all the kindness you have shewn to such a wretch as I am. Call on count Mori, and express my sentiments-you know what
knew it from experience, and rather hurried his friend on, thinking that whatever was the event, the sooner it was over the better.
On arriving at the villa, they found an addition to the usual party in a young and remarkably handsome man, with a soldierlike air, and riband at his button. hole, and on being introduced as colonel P— , he merely rose, bowed, and resumed his seat, continuing his conversa
tion with the young lady, whose tell-tale e eyes did not keep well the secret of her heart.
Sir Philip looked uneasy, and count Mori, after having for some time regarded his daughter and her lover (for such he evidently was) with a glance that would have done honour to a fiend, at length took advantage of a momentary pause, to say that he wished to speak with the young officer for a few minutes.
Colonel P i mmediately rose, and followed him out of the room; and the
countess not being there, Charles found himself in rather an awkward situation, knowing, as he did, the intentions of his friend: he however made an excuse to walk forward into a little colonnade before the house, which was divided from the garden by a slight trellis-work, covered with a variety of shrubs and plants; and here he contrived to amuse himself with the flowers which were arranged between the pillars, remaining out of hearing of whatever passed in the saloon. He had not, however, remained here long, when he beheld count Mori and colonel Pat a short distance in the grounds; the latter, by his quick gesticulation and ve. hement speech, seemed much heated, while the count appeared to regard him with a cool, pitying smile. At length the young officer paused, and folding his arms on his breast, remained for a moment with his eyes fixed on the ground, and then starting, he struck his clen violently against his forehead, and darted
into the road which led from the villa, while the count turned upon his heel, and reentered the house.
Almost immediately after, Charles was joined by sir Philip Mason, who did not appear near so much disturbed as his friend had expected. He proposed to return to Naples ; and Charles assenting, they passed through the saloon, in which was count Mori alone, who, with his usual attention, conducted them to the door, and mounting their horses, they proceeded on their route.
With the frankness natural to his character, sir Philip scarcely had passed the villa, before he informed Mr. Melville, that signora Mori had cut short the communication he intended to have made, by telling him that she had written to him, from which the young baronet drew a favourable presage. Charles was not cons. cerned, and he judged more correctly.
About a mile from the city the road divides; the right hand branch, which is
the done credit to Shenstone himself. Few artificial ornaments had been admitted; but every now and then a statue or a temple presented itself exactly in those spots for which they were best adapted, and where the eye (as it were) expected to meet with them. "
On a spot, where the wood which had been for some way thick and dark, opened suddenly on a beautiful prospect of the burning mountain, an ancient pillar of the simple Doric order had been left standing untouched. No sacrilegious hand had been allowed to disturb the thin green moss with which time had clothed the column; but on a little marble tablet, at its foot, was written from Martial-" Hic est pampineis viridis modo Vesuvius um. briis,” seemingly to call the attention to the fine position in which the mountain is here beheld.
In different parts of the grounds a great many quotations from Latin and Italian poets were engraved, either on little mo