Clifton has just been with me. Some correspondent from Paris has mentioned the visit paid to me instead of him by the Count de Beaunoir, but in a dark and unintelligible manner, and he came to enquire. I confess, Oliver, while I was answering his interrogatories, I seemed to feel that both you and I had drawn a false conclusion relative to secrecy; and that by concealment to render myself the subject of suspicion was an unworthy procedure. However as my motives were not indirect, whatever my silence might be, I answered without reserve and told him all that had passed; frankly owning my fears of his irritability as the reason why I did not mention the affair immediately. He laughted at the Count's rhodomontade, acknowledged himself obliged to me, and allowed that at that time my fears were not wholly causeless. He behaved with ease and good humour, and left me without appearing to have taken any offence. I shall be with thee on Tuesday. I know it will be a day of feasting to the family, and I will do my best endeavour not to cast a damp on the hilarity of benevolence and friendship. F. HENLEY LETTER LXXXVII _Anna Wenbourne St. Ives to Louisa Clifton_ _London, Grosvenor Street_ Alas! Louisa, what are we?--What are our affections, what our resolves? Taken at unguarded moments, agitated, hurried away by passion, how seldom have we for a day together reason to be satisfied with our conduct? Not pleased with myself, I doubt I have given cause of displeasure to your brother. My father was in part the occasion: for a moment he made me forget myself--Louisa!--Frank Henley is going to America! He does not lightly resolve, and his resolution seems fixed!--Good God!--I--Louisa!--I am afraid I am a guilty creature!--Weak!--Very weak!--And is not weakness guilt?--But why should he leave us?--Where will he find hearts more alive to his worth? Sir Arthur came to inform me of it: he had been conversing with him, and had endeavoured but without effect to dissuade him from his purpose. He came and begged me to try. I perhaps might be more successful. There was a marked significance in his manner, and I asked him why? Nay, my dear child, said he, and his heart seemed full, you know why. Mr. Henley has told me why. What, sir, has he told? Nothing, child--[Sir Arthur took my hand]--Nothing, but what is honourable to you--I questioned him, and you know he is never guilty of falsehood. No, sir; he is incapable of it.