You are deceived, if you thought Aurelia Darnel could be so insensible, ungrateful, and--inconstant." This last word she pronounced with some hesitation, and a downcast look, while her face underwent a total suffusion, and the knight's heart began to palpitate with all the violence of emotion.

He eagerly imprinted a kiss upon her hand, exclaiming, in interrupted phrase, "Can it be possible ?--Heaven grant--Sure this is no illusion!--O madam!--shall I call you my Aurelia?
My heart is bursting with a thousand fond thoughts and presages.

You shall see that dire paper which has been the source of all my woes--it is the constant companion of my travels--last night I nourished my chagrin with the perusal of its horrid contents." Aurelia expressed great impatience to view the cruel forgery, for such she assured him it must be.

But he could not gratify her desire, till the arrival of his servant with the portmanteau.

In the meantime, tea was called.