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my sorrow and shame in oblivion, far from every curious eye.”
Painful recollections and remorse seemed now to overpower her, and while Amelrosa made successful efforts at consoling her, she expressed at the same time, her grateful acknowledgments for the confidence she had reposed, and the concern she really felt for her misfortunes. She could not avoid uttering her detestation of Mr. Belmont's conduct, and by her friendly kindness and sympathetic interest she took in her woes, succeeded in reconciling the fair and hapless Minette to herself; who already felt the delightful consolation of having imparted her afllictions to a compassionate heart, and parted from her with evident sorrow.
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
ELROSA on her return home, found · two letters which came in her absence ; one from Emmeline Glenholme, and the other from the Baron. Emmeline's informed her of her safe arrival at Sir Robert's, and that the first moment she could spare from attending on him, was dedicated to gratitude and friendship. The last sentiment, she flattered herself and hoped, was reciprocal; and the former she intended proving to her that she felt; cherishing the hope, that at her uncle's, or some other place, she should have an opportunity of rendering her attentions similar to those she had received from her in London. Sir Robert, she said, was getting better, and asked her many questions relating to the young lady, with whom she seemed so much pleased ; “And judge,” Emmeline added, “ if my heart was not delighted to describe you such as I have known and seen you.” After many other kind expressions, and giving an account of her journey, she finished her welcome epistle ; and Amelrosa, sensibly gratified by her partial style of writing, and the favorable description she gave of her to Sir Robert, read her letter over several times, and then began to peruse the Baron's.
It did not contain any thing particularly interesting, except the regard he expressed: and that since his dear and gentle friend had permitted him to recal himself to her remembrance, he could not resist painting, his regret at being distant from her.
“Know then, Belle Amelrosa,” he continued, “that I resemble the pilgrims of Mecca, who turn their eyes towards that city, after having quitted it; since I turn mine towards the spot which you inhabit, fairest of women. My heart, penetrated with your candour, the impression of your grateful disposition, and all the charms of your mind and character, experiences the utmost grief at not being empowered to be near you ; though such a situation would be franght with danger. This attachment that pervades my breast, is only equalled by the pain I feel at being far from you ; but, if cruel duty banishes me your presence, it can never efface from my soul, the sentiments I feel for a female, that acts and speaks as you do ; who are devoid of affectation and coquetry, the distinguishing proof of vain and little minds, and can reject without offending, nor ever encourage to deceive. To the latest moment of my existence, I shall be interested in your welfare ; in every thing that relates to you;
and think with pleasure, intermingled with sorrow, on the delicious moments. I have passed in your charming society; which, had I any hope of enjoying again, I should previously anticipate in idea.”
With much more in the same strain his letter was filled, though some parts of it were very lively, and imparted pleasure to Almerosa, (who judged from it, that he was in good health and spirits) as she had a sincere friendship for him, grounded on esteem for his character, and the service he had rendered her.
She had just finished reading his letter, when somebody tapped at the door of the chamber, and Nirs. Stanhope and her daughter entered; the former with a countenance exceedingly acid, and the latter with an insolent contemptuous look. This extraordinary expression directed to her, rather surprised Amelrosa ; but unconscious of having done any thing to offend