ANNA DE DELIER.”

The Duke had begun to mend rapidly ever since the Marquis consented to

his union with Amelia; the letter of the Countess restored his health

entirely. No mortal could be more happy and cheerful than the Duke of

Cami*a. It was natural that Alumbrado, who, as the author of his

happiness, had no small claim to his gratitude, should acquire in his

eyes a value, which entirely dispelled the antipathy he at first had

conceived against him. I soon was made sensible of that change, when I

took one time the opportunity of dropping a few words concerning

Alumbrado. “I cannot conceive,” the Duke replied warmly, “why you are so

much prejudiced against that man; it is true his physiognomy does not

speak much in his recommendation; it is, however, very unphilosophical

to condemn a person merely on account of his features.” “Say whatever

you will,” I replied, “an undescribable repelling sensation, which

certainly does not deceive me--” “You have conceived an antipathy

against him,” the Duke interrupted me, “and that cannot be refuted by

arguments; however, I will remind you of a fact, which here will be in

its proper place. Socrates, whose physiognomy, as you will recollect,

was very much to his disadvantage, happened once to be in a company of

friends, when a philosopher, who pretended to be a physiognomist, took

the word; he was requested to delineate the character of Socrates, who

was a stranger to him. The philosopher named several vices which he

pretended to read plainly in his face. A general laughter was the effect

of his judgment; however, Socrates remained serious, and declared that

he really had felt a natural propensity to those vices, but had got the

better of it by unremitted assiduity. The application of this instance,

I leave to your own good sense.”

“How?” I exclaimed with surprise, “you compare Alumbrado with Socrates,

an absurd ascetic with a reverend sage, hypocrisy with virtue?” This

enormous infatuation vexed me to such a degree, that I could not help

giving vent to my just resentment. However, I perceived soon that my

words did not make the least impression on my misguided friend. Being

therefore obliged to desist from my endeavours to change the opinion of

the Duke, I strove with additional assiduity to cut off his connection

with Alumbrado, at least till he should be united to Amelia, expecting

that this angel would soon drive away that demon of darkness. I proposed

to the Duke a journey to **ina, for the benefit of his health, and

offered to accompany him. He consented to it without difficulty,

expecting to beguile by exercise and diversions, the time which, from

his impatience of seeing Amelia arrive, appeared to him to creep on with

snail-like slowness. My aim would however have been attained without

this expedient, Alumbrado leaving Li*bon unexpectedly; yet we set out on

our proposed journey.

We had not been seven days at **ina when the Duke was already impatient

to leave that place. However improbable it was Amelia could arrive so

soon, yet this idea left him no rest. We returned on the eighth day, and

travelled day and night.

It was five o’clock in the morning, when we alighted at his palace.

Scarcely had we entered his apartment when his Secretary brought a

letter which he said had been left by a pilot at a late hour last night.

The Duke reddened and grew pale alternately, while he opened it.---“She

is arrived, she is arrived!” he exclaimed, and the letter dropped out of

his hand trembling with rapture. “She is arrived!” he repeated, taking

it up and re-perusing the gladful lines. The emotions of his mind were

so violent, that he was obliged to sit down. “Amelia is arrived!” he

exclaimed again, rising and straining me to his bosom. The letter was

couched in the following words:

“Has not your heart told you, my dearest Duke that I am near you?

I should already have pressed you to my panting heart, if the Captain

had suffered me to go in the boat which will set the pilot on shore. But

he has opposed my design, on account of the swelling sea and the great

distance. If Heaven favours us you will see me to-morrow.

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