Mr. Grandison, on his return to his lodgings, found there, in disguise,
Lady Olivia. He wanted not any new disturbance. But I will not mix the
stories.
The next morning he received a letter from Signor Jeronymo. The
following is a translation of it:
***
My dearest Grandison!
How do you?--Ever amiable friend! What triumphs did your behaviour of
last night obtain for you! Not a soul here but admires you!
Even Laurana declared, that, were you a Catholic, it would be a merit to
love you. Yet she reluctantly praised you, and once said, What, but
splendid sins, are the virtues of a heretic?
Our two cousins, with the good-nature of youth, lamented that you could
not be ours in the way you wish. My father wept like a child, when you
were gone; and seemed to enjoy the praises given you by every one. The
count said, he never saw a nobler behaviour in man. Your free, your
manly, your polite air and address, and your calmness and intrepidity,
were applauded by every one.
What joy did this give to your Jeronymo! I thought I wanted neither
crutches, helps, nor wheeled chair; and several times forgot that I ailed
any thing.
I begin to love Father Marescotti. He was with the foremost in praising
you.
The general owned, that he was resolved once to quarrel with you. But
will he, do you think, Jeronymo, said he, make me a visit at Naples?