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The very night we arrived at Paris, he prevented Mr. Clifton and the Count de Beaunoir from fighting a duel. Indeed! Yet never mentioned it; nor perhaps ever would, had not we afterward met with the Count at the Chateau de Villebrun. That was very odd! Nay more, sir, but a day or two before that he saved the life of Mr.
Heaven bless my Louisa, and give her superior prudence to guard and preserve her from these too strong susceptibilities! May the angel of fortitude never forsake her, as she seems half inclined to do her poor. Anna Wenbourne St. Ives to Louisa Clifton Chateau de Villebrun At last, my dear Louisa, the charm is broken: the spell of silence is dissolved.
Your own dear Frank Henley to Oliver Trenchard Chateau de Villebrun All is over! My hopes are at an end! I am awakened from a dream, in which pain and pleasure were mingled to such excess as to render its continuance impossible. Nor is this all. This trial, severe as it was, did not suffice.
Ives to Louisa Clifton Chateau de Villebrun My alarms, Louisa, increase; and with them my anxious wishes for an eclaircissement with Frank. Clifton has too strongly imbibed high but false notions of honour and revenge. His quick, apt, and versatile talents are indubitable.
P.S. The day after tomorrow, we are to set off for the Chateau de Villebrun; on a party of pleasure, as it is called. Thus men run from place to place, without knowing of what they are in search. They feel vacuity; a want of something to make them happy; but what that something is they have not yet discovered. Anna Wenbourne St. Ives to Louisa Clifton Paris, Hotel de l'Universite
Once again it must and shall have an end! I have repeated this too often; but my next shall shew thee I am at length determined. Anna Wenbourne St. Ives to Louisa Clifton Chateau de Villebrun An affair has just happened in this country which is the universal topic of conversation.
It is passed I have put my handkerchief to my eyes and it is gone I have repressed an obstinate heaving of the heart Let her blame me, if I deserve it, but my Louisa must see me as I am Yet I will conquer Be sure I will But I must not sing his song any more! Frank Henley to Oliver Trenchard. Chateau de Villebrun Oh, my friend, my heart is torn! I am on the rack! My thoughts are all tumult!
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