“He was at least a man of taste,” I remarked, as I fixed my eyes on her own pretty face.
“Oh, sir,” she exclaimed sadly, “pray do not pay me empty compliments. The business that has brought me here is far too serious for me to listen to them. But, to resume my narrative. The Count at last became so intolerable to me that I told my sister I should go out of my mind if she did not leave, and, seeing that I was really suffering, she consented at last to go. Oh, the relief that decision afforded me! and the day we turned our backs on Aix I prayed to the Lord that I might never again behold the Count. We travelled direct to England, and not until we had been some weeks in our comfortable London home did my wonted cheerfulness return. My dear sister used to twit me sometimes with having taken a
