That moment in bolted Camilla--Lady Clementina is just at the door. I could not prevail upon her-- We all looked upon one another. Three soft taps at the door, and a hem, let us know she was there. Let her come in, dear girl, let her come in, said the count: the chevalier is not here. Laurana arose, and ran to the door, and led her in by the hand. Dear creature, how wild she looked!--Tears ran down my cheeks: I had not seen her for two days before. O how earnestly did she look round her! withdrawing her hand from her cousin, who would have led her to a chair, and standing quite still. Come and sit by me, my sweet love, said her weeping mother.--She stept towards her. Sit down, my dear girl. No: you beat me, remember. Who beat you, my dear?--Sure nobody would beat my child!--Who beat you, Clementina? I don't know--Still looking round her, as wanting somebody. Again her mother courted her to sit down. No, madam, you don't love me. Indeed, my dear, I do. So you say. Her father held out his open arms to her. Tears ran down his cheeks. He could not speak.--Ah, my father! said she, stepping towards him. He caught her in his arms--Don't, don't, sir, faintly struggling, with averted face--You love me not--You refused to see your child, when she wanted to claim your protection!--I was used cruelly. By whom, my dear? by whom? By every body. I complained to one, and to another; but all were in a tone: and so I thought I would be contented. My mamma, too!--But it is no matter. I saw it was to be so; and I did not care. By my soul, said I, this is not the way with her, Lady Sforza. The chevalier is in the right. You see how sensible she is of harsh treatment. Well, well, said the general, let us change our measures. Still the dear girl looked out earnestly, as for somebody. She loosed herself from the arms of her sorrowing father. Let us in silence, said the count, observe her motions. She went to him on tip-toe, and looking in his face over his shoulder, as he sat with his back towards her, passed him; then to the general; then to Signor Sebastiano; and to every one round, till she came to me; looking at each over his shoulder in the same manner: then folding her fingers, her hands open, and her arms hanging down to their full extent, she held up her face meditating, with such a significant woe, that I thought my heart would have burst.--Not a soul in the company had a dry eye. Lady Sforza arose, took her two hands, the fingers still clasped, and would have spoken to her, but could not; and hastily retired to her seat. Tears, at last, began to trickle down her cheeks, as she stood fixedly looking up. She started, looked about her, and hastening to her mother, threw her arms about her neck; and, hiding her face in her bosom, broke out into a flood of tears, mingled with sobs that penetrated every heart.