On recovering from his swoon he wept a flood of bitter tears, which would not, however, wash the scars from his disfigured face.

He prayed long and earnestly; then shut himself up with his father.

Each wrote a letter, the one to M.des Rameures, the other to Elise.

M.des Rameures and his niece were then in Germany.

The excitement and fatigue consequent upon nursing her cousin had so broken her health that the physicians urged a trial of the baths of Ems.