My conscience at least is safe.' Like many illustrious Generals, the Countess had, for the hour, lost heart.

We find her, however, the next day, writing: 'Oh! Harriet! what trials for sisterly affection! Can I possibly--weather the gale, as the old L---- sailors used to say?
It is dreadful.

I fear I am by duty bound to stop on.

Little Bonner thinks Evan quite a duke's son, has been speaking to her Grandmama, and to-day, this morning, the venerable old lady quite as much as gave me to understand that an union between our brother and her son's child would sweetly gratify her, and help her to go to her rest in peace.

Can I chase that spark of comfort from one so truly pious?
Dearest Juliana! I have anticipated Evan's feeling for her, and so she thinks his conduct cold.