LITMIR.BIZ

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'no one is come that can hurt you.' 'Yes, yes,' answered she, hardly knowing what she said, ' 'tis he, he will carry me of, he will take me from you.'

      Her friend still endeavoured to sooth and calm her spirits. The Count and his sister were surprised; they saw there was some mystery, but forbore any enquiries.

      It was some time before she was perfectly restored: they urged her to return to the company - she felt a repugnance, 'I fear that Miss - ' 'Fear nothing, madam,' interrupted the Count; 'you have friends who will protect you with their lives.' She looked at him with an expression of gratitude, but said nothing. She arose, and with feeble steps attended her friends into the saloon.

      Mademoiselle De Fontelle officiously came to congratulate her return. The amiable De Bancre felt real concern, and expressed it with feeling, and without exaggeration.

      Matilda, sensible of the kindness of her friends, and ashamed of the observation she had attracted, tried to acquire new spirits; but it was an endeavour only; her eyes were incessantly turned towards the door, she dreaded every moment she should see her uncle enter, and nothing could exceed her joy when the evening closed and they were seated in the Marquis's carriage.

      'O, madam! O, Sir! 'tis assuredly my uncle - he will know where I am, and tear me from you.' 'Do not afflict yourself, my dear Miss Weimar,' answered the Marquis; 'if it should be him, he shall prove his pretensions before he gets any footing here, much less take you from our protection.'

      Poor Matilda thanked him with a grateful heart, and retired to her bed, but not to sleep: her mind was greatly disturbed, 'What a poor creature I am,' cried she; 'no father, brother, or protector, not even the clothes I wear my own property; if this man, this uncle claims, who can dare detain me? What are the evils which may befall me - whatever becomes of me, I will not embroil my friends. Happy, happy Miss De Bouville!' said she, 'you have a mother, a brother to protect you! Such a brother! what an amiable man! O, I never knew my wretchedness 'till now, that I am humbled to the dust!' Under these melancholy impressions she past the night, and when morning came was in a high fever.

      The servant who came to attend her was alarmed at her indisposition, and flew to inform the Marchioness, who instantly went to her apartment. She found her very ill. A physician was sent for, who ordered her to be bled and kept very quiet. About noon the Marchioness left her asleep, and had scarcely entered the parlour, when she was informed a gentleman requested to speak with her; she ordered his admittance.

      A middle aged man, of respectable appearance, politely entered the room. 'I must apologize to your Ladyship for my intrusion, without sending in my name, which I now avow to be Weimar, and I am uncle, I may say father, to a young lady of that name now in your house. I fear, madam, you have been strangely imposed upon to afford her protection; it is painful to a person so nearly connected as I am to that unhappy girl.' 'I beg your pardon, Sir, for interrupting you, but I have no person under my roof that answers to your description; you are therefore, I presume, in all error as to the lady you allude to.' 'I believe not, madam,' answered he rather haughtily; 'I come here to demand my niece, Matilda Weimar, and through her to discover a servant with whom she went off, after robbing me.' 'Robbing you, Sir! take care what you say; you shall bring proofs of your assertions, and then we will answer you: at present Miss Weimar is safe in our protection, and you will find, Sir, she has powerful friends to guard her, and expose those who are her enemies.' ' 'Tis well, madam,' replied he, 'you will hear from me in another manner.' He bowed and quitted the house.

      She was glad he did not see the Marquis, at the same time she felt they were in an awkward predicament.

      Soon after the Count De Bouville and his sister called on her. 'My dear madam,' said the latter, 'how does our charming young friend? we have been quite unhappy for her indisposition.' 'You are very obliging, my dear Adelaide; she well deserves your solicitude and I am sorry to say she is really very ill this morning.' 'Ill!' cried the Count, eagerly; 'O, madam, has she any advice - has she a physician?' 'Yes,' replied the Marchioness; 'I hope there is no danger, - her spirits are hurried and she is a little feverish.'

      The Count walked about the room. His sister said, 'Will you pardon me, madam, if I tell you the strange reports we have heard this morning?' 'I shall thank you for the communication,' replied the other. 'This morning early Mademoiselle De Fontelle called on us, O heavens!' said she, eagerly, 'no wonder Miss Weimar fainted last night; why she turns out to be an imposter, and a shocking creature.' 'Who, Miss Weimar,' cried my brother, 'impossible madam; go and circulate that envious tale some where else, there will be no credit given to it here.' 'You are very ready, Sir, to insult your friends, and take the part of strangers; but I assure you,' added she, haughtily 'I have no cause to envy Miss Weimar, and should be extremely unhappy to be thought like her.' Seeing my brother smile contemptuously. 'Well,' said she, ' 'tis of little consequence to me if her uncle is come in search of her; if she run away from his house with a servant, and jointly robbed him of his property, and now has contrived to impose herself upon the Marchioness for a different person; perhaps she may elope with one of her servants next, the thing is nothing to me, only people ought to be careful how they introduce improper persons into a circle, though they are beauties and objects of envy - envy indeed! I shall never forget the pretty idea.' She flung out of the room, leaving us almost petrified with astonishment. When my brother recovered, he said, 'What I say now,' cried the Count interrupting her, 'that I will stake my life upon the honour and integrity of the young lady - that ingenuous countenance speaks a heart which never knew deception .'

      'You judge rightly, my dear Count, said the Marchioness: 'I have not time to explain things now, but be assured she is truth and virtue itself; the servant, a worthy and very old man, who knew her from her infancy, is now in my house; he fled with her to save her from dishonour, from the wretch who now pursues her.' 'Heaven and earth!' cried the Count, 'where is the miscreant, I will haunt him through the world for daring to asperse her character.' 'Softly, my good friend,' returned she, smiling, 'your interference will do no good; the Marquis and myself take upon us to do her justice; mean time you may pay him a visit, and your sister shall just step up and see my patient, provided she is very silent.' 'My best respects, Adelaide,' said he. 'O, doubtless,' returned the Marchioness, 'we shall make abundance of compliments and fine speeches, but it will be by dumb show, for I prohibit talking.'

      Being let blood, had checked the fever, and Matilda lay tolerably composed when her friends entered; she rejoiced to see them, and held out her hand. 'Yes,' said the Marchioness, 'we can take hands, but you are only to tell us how you are.' 'Much better, my dearest, best - ' 'Enough, enough,' said the Lady, 'that's all we wanted to know, so now kiss and part - by and bye you may meet again. My brother, dear Miss Weimar, sends his best respects.' 'Very well that is sufficient.' 'Heaven bless you, my love, go to sleep and compose your mind.'

      The ladies returned to the parlour; the Marquis and Count were there, and expressed great joy to hear so favourable an account of Matilda's health. The Marquis entered into a little detail of her story, and strongly engaged the affection and compassion of the Count and his sister. 'I tell you this in secret,' said the Marquis, 'remember it goes no farther; we have powerful reasons not to extend our confidence, nor withdraw our protection from a friendless orphan recommended to us by a valued relation.' 'I admire, I honour you,' cried the Count, with earnestness; 'do not give her up to this pretended uncle: but how shall we silence calumny, how stop the tongue of that malignant girl? We must act as circumstances shall require; I will call at Madame Le Brun's myself, and assure them there is a mistake in the affair, and warn them not to speak ill of my protégée, for I will defend her with my life and fortune.'

      They now separated; Mademoiselle De Bouville promised to return in the evening, and the Marchioness went out to pay a few visits, and see if the scandal was extended among her acquaintance; to her great mortification she was told of it every where, some condoled with her on being so greatly imposed upon, others affected to resent such a creature should have the assurance to get herself introduced into company, but all agreed, 'They saw what she was, nothing but a little pretender, who was a stranger to good breeding; no body was deceived but the Marchioness, for every one could see art and duplicity in her face.'

      Thus she, who the preceding evening was the most delightful. most engaging, most elegant girl in the world, by one stroke of slander, was deprived of

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