Well; I concluded at length my epistle to you, which, had you received it, would have been a trial of patience indeed; for it consisted of ten or twelve closely-written pages, in which I had so magnified my feelings of discontent and unhappiness, that any one must have fancied I had not one single blessing left.

I was folding and preparing to seal it, when mamma entered my room.

I must tell you that as yet I had not had one reproof from her lips, though I am quite sure I deserved it long before; I used to see her look very grieved at any burst of petulance from me, but she had never spoken on the subject.

I almost trembled when she appeared, for I knew that morning Miss Harcourt had said she must inform her of Mons.

Deville and Signor Rozzi's continued complaints.