"Dry your eyes, dear Betty, he is sure to forgive you. I have friends at Leghorn, and no one shall find out that we have made acquaintance. I will put you in good hands, and I shall not leave the town till I hear you are back with Sir B---- M----. If he prove inexorable I promise never to abandon you, and to take you back to England if you like." "But how can you spare the time?" "I will tell you the truth, my dear Betty. I have nothing particular to do at Rome, or anywhere else. London and Rome are alike to me." "How can I shew my gratitude to you?" I summoned the vetturino, and told him we must return to Viterbo. He objected, but I convinced him with a couple of piastres, and by agreeing to use the post horses and to spare his own animals. We got to Viterbo by seven o'clock, and asked anxiously if no one had found a pocket-book which I pretended I had lost. I was told no such thing had been found, so I ordered supper with calmness, although bewailing my loss. I told Betty that I acted in this sort to obviate any difficulties which the vetturino might make about taking us back to Sienna, as he might feel it his duty to place her in the hands of her supposed husband. I had up the small trunk, and after we had forced the lock Betty took out her cloak and the few effects she had in it, and we then inspected the adventurer's properties, most likely all he possessed in the world. A few tattered shirts, two or three pairs of mended silk stockings, a pair of breeches, a hare's foot, a pot of grease, and a score of little books-plays or comic operas, and lastly a packet of letters; such were the contents of the trunk. We proceeded to read the letters, and the first thing we noted was the address: "To M. L'Etoile, Actor, at Marseilles, Bordeaux, Bayonne, Montpellier, etc." I pitied Betty. She saw herself the dupe of a vile actor, and her indignation and shame were great. "We will read it all to-morrow," said I; "to-day we have something else to do." The poor girl seemed to breathe again. We got over our supper hastily, and then Betty begged me to leave her alone for a few moments for her to change her linen and go to bed. "If you like," said I, "I will have a bed made up for me in the next room." "No, dear friend, ought I not to love your society? What would have become of me without you?" I went out for a few minutes, and when I returned and came to her bedside to wish her good night, she gave me such a warm embrace that I knew my hour was come. Reader, you must take the rest for granted. I was happy, and I had reason to believe that Betty was happy also. In the morning, we had just fallen asleep, when the vettuyino knocked at the door. I dressed myself hastily to see him. "Listen," I said, "it is absolutely necessary for me to recover my pocket-book, and I hope to find it at Acquapendente."