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What, the fair Rosella; she is the culprit!—I had almost guessed as much.

But thou canst not guess the excess of her fickleness.

I will not attempt it, for you shall tell me.

She denied me access to her presence this very morning, on the pretence of being unwell, and wishing to be alone; and when I made my entry by stealth through the private door of her apartment, I found her engaged in playful coquetry with Claudien.

I fear there is something more than play concerned in this coquetry.

But she has not regarded him of late; her smiles were bestowed upon me.

Deceitful smiles, to cover secret passion. Believe me, kinsman, she has only made you the cover for her wiles; and I am well assured, that when he is returned from Copenhagen, where he goes to remove some obstacle to their wishes, they