Miss Byron, To Miss Selby.

O my Lucy!  What think you!—­But it is easy to guess what you must think.  I will, without saying one word more, enclose

DR. BARTLETT’S TENTH LETTER

The next day (proceeds my patron) I went to make my visit to the family.  I had nothing to reproach myself with; and therefore had no other concern upon me but what arose from the unhappiness of the noble Clementina:  that indeed was enough.  I thought I should have some difficulty to manage my own spirit, if I were to find myself insulted, especially by the general.  Soldiers are so apt to value themselves on their knowledge of what, after all, one may call but their trade, that a private gentleman is often thought too slightly of by them.  Insolence in a great man, a rich man, or a soldier, is a call upon a man of spirit to exert himself.  But I hope, thought I, I shall not have this call from any one of a family I so greatly respect.

I was received by the bishop; who politely, after I had paid my compliments to the marquis and his lady, presented me to those of the Urbino family to whom I was a stranger.  Every one of those named by Signor Jeronymo, in his last letter, was present.

The marquis, after he had returned my compliment, looked another way, to hide his emotion:  the marchioness put her handkerchief to her eyes, and looked upon me with tenderness; and I read in them her concern for her Clementina.

I paid my respects to the general with an air of freedom, yet of regard; to my Jeronymo, with the tenderness due to our friendship, and congratulated him on seeing him out of his chamber.  His kind eyes glistened with pleasure; yet it was easy to read a mixture of pain in them; which grew stronger as the first emotions at seeing me enter, gave way to reflection.

The Conte della Porretta seemed to measure me with his eye.

I addressed myself to Father Marescotti, and made my particular acknowledgments to him for the favour of his visit, and what had passed in it.  He looked upon me with pleasure; probably with the more, as this was a farewell visit.

The two ladies whispered, and looked upon me, and seemed to bespeak each other’s attention to what passed.

Signor Sebastiano placed himself next to Jeronymo, and often whispered him, and as often cast his eye upon me.  He was partial to me, I believe, because my generous friend seemed pleased with what he said.

His brother, Signor Juliano, sat on the other hand of me.  They are agreeable and polite young gentlemen.

A profound silence succeeded the general compliments.