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the 'strongest, was, that she was amiable, accomplished, and lovely; but he could not avoid sighing, as an indescribable something he observed convinced him that disappointment awaited sir Philip Mason. He felt interested, and observed mi. nutely her general conduct, and her manner towards his friend, and the conclusion was" She does not love him!”
. Charles also remarked 'the behaviour of her father, which led him to imagine that the count was a man of impoverished in: come, who sought sir Philip for his fortune, and would, in all probability, force his daughter into a marriage against her inclination, which he felt sure would be the case if she gave her hand to the
They had not been long there before the count contrived very politely to get Charles out of the way, under the pretence of shewing him the grounds, which were very fine, and madame Mori haying left them a few minutes before, the
young lady and her lover remained alone. The count took particular pains to point out for Mr. Melville's notice every thing that was curious or beautiful, and having detained him half an hour in shewing him things he had no desire to see, re-conducted him to the house, when the two Englisbomen took their leave, on which occasion the count saw them to the very door with studious politeness; but by a glance which Charles caught of signora Mori's countenance, he plainly saw she was relieved by their departure.
On his return home, the whole party were much interested by the account he gave of his visit that morning, more especially as sir Philip’s ardent disposition would render a disappointment more terrible to him than to one of less enthusiastie feeling. Charles's description of the family of count Mori was highly coloured, and he spoke so warmly of Biancha's beauty, that Mary playfully accused bima of having lost bis heart to her.
“ Nay indeed, Mary," he replied; you seem so interested in sir Philip Mason, that I shall begin to be jealous. For my part, you know I had no heart to lose. Will you
make the same confession ?" Mary shook her head, with a smile.“ Well,” said she, “ I shall make you give
“ me a very strict account of all your proceed
a ings next time you go with sir Philip.”
Charles declared that he had no intention of ever going again ; but this resolution was overruled by the rest, who all desired that he should bring them tidings of the progress of sir Philip's-suit.
A few days after, the baronet called, to ask Mr. Melville if he would ride out with him?
- Charles turned to Mary's eyes for commands; and reading there her wish that he should go, he agreed to accompany him, very well sure that their destination would be the house of count Mori, which in effect it was. As they approached, they beheld signora Mori at no great distance
in the grounds, very busily engaged in reading a letter, which she speedily folded up, and placed in her bosom as they drew
What were its contents, of course, could not even be guessed at; but she was in very high spirits, and giving way to every thought of a most poetical imagination, she kept up the conversation for more than an hour, with a wit and bril. liance that Charles had not fancied that she possessed, while sir Philip gazed upon her with mingled feelings of tenderness and admiration.
In addition to the family of the count, there was present an old gentleman of the name of Varoni, one of that class of men who, without having encountered any
: great disappointment to account for their sullenness, or any great ingratitude to warrant their misanthropy, please themselves by depreciating the happiness of others, and attribute to the unworthiness of the world the effects of a discontented spirit. With him Miss Mori kept up a
kind of light skirmish of wit very amu: singly, and almost solely with him, for Charles was not at all in a conversible humour, and sir Philip was too much occupied in his attention to her, to join much in the conversation. Charles was decided. ly dull, and the young lady looking at him with a smile, remarked, that the signor was melancholy.
" And who can look at the baseness of the world, and not be melancholy ?” demanded Varoni.
“ You have seen the worst of the sheet of human life,” replied she; adviceturn the page, and look at the other side; but not with green spectacles," she added, " for that makes every thing look dull. For my part, I think the sigmor is in love."
* Can nothing but love make a man melancholy ?” asked Varoni. “ If so, find out what I am in love with; for I have been trying for fifty years, and can find nothing on earth worth loving. You mean
“ take my