"From a lover, who will not be back at Leghorn for a week or ten days." "Where has he gone?" "To London on business; I was under the charge of a woman whom he trusted." "That's enough; I pity you, my poor Betty. Tell me if you love your Englishman, and if he is worthy of your love." "Alas! I loved him dearly till I saw this Frenchman, who made me unfaithful to a man I adored. He will be in despair at not finding me when he returns." "Is he rich?" "Not very; he is a business man, and is comfortably off." "Is he young?" "No. He is a man of your age, and a thoroughly kind and honest person. He was waiting for his consumptive wife to die to marry me." "Poor man! Have you presented him with a child?" "No. I am sure God did not mean me for him, for the count has conquered me completely." "Everyone whom love leads astray says the same thing." "Now you have heard everything, and I am glad I told you, for I am sure you are my friend." "I will be a better friend to you, dear Betty, in the future than in the past. You will need my services, and I promise not to abandon you. I love you, as I have said; but so long as you continue to love the Frenchman I shall only ask you to consider me as your friend." "I accept your promise, and in return I promise not to hide anything from you." "Tell me why you have no luggage." "I escaped on horseback, but my trunk, which is full of linen and other effects, will be at Rome two days after us. I sent it off the day before my escape, and the man who received it was sent by the count." "Then good-bye to your trunk!" "Why, you foresee nothing but misfortune!" "Well, dear Betty, I only wish my prophecies may not be accomplished. Although you escaped on horseback I think you should have brought a cloak and a carpet bag with some linen." "All that is in the small trunk; I shall have it taken into my room tonight." We reached Viterbo at seven o'clock, and found the count very cheerful. In accordance with the plot I had laid against the count, I began by shewing myself demonstratively fond of Betty, envying the fortunate lover, praising his heroic behaviour in leaving her to me, and so forth. The silly fellow proceeded to back me up in my extravagant admiration. He boasted that jealousy was utterly foreign to his character, and maintained that the true lover would accustom himself to see his mistress inspire desires in other men. He proceeded to make a long dissertation on this theme, and I let him go on, for I was waiting till after supper to come to the conclusive point. During the meal I made him drink, and applauded his freedom from vulgar prejudices. At dessert he enlarged on the duty of reciprocity between lovers. "Thus," he remarked, "Betty ought to procure me the enjoyment of Fanny, if she has reason to think I have taken a fancy to her; and per contra, as I adore Betty, if I found that she loved you I should procure her the pleasure of sleeping with you."