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 Beatrice; and she desired me to say that she would have sent something before, only she heard you were engaged with my Lord the Count, and also that she would have come herself only she was unwell."

"I am sorry to hear she is ill," cried Madeline, sinking into a chair.

"She is indeed; but bless me, your Ladyship looks very ill too; had you not better take something, for you seem quite faint?"

Madeline was quite overpowered by weakness, and gladly took a little bread and wine to try and support her sinking frame.

"The cold wind which comes through this window, is enough to pierce your Ladyship," said the maid.

"It does (cried Madeline to herself, and sighing heavily), it does indeed pierce me to the heart, because I know my father is exposed to it. Good night, my good girl, (said she, addressing her attendant), good night;