ABSTRACT
Martha’s bosom was somewhat relieved from its load of anxiety by the duchess’s kindness; yet, had she not known that lord Francis was at Spa, she had commenced her journey with more heartfelt satisfaction. The place which con-tains the object dearest to our affections seems always more delightful than any other; and England had already lost more than half its attractions, by the discovery of the preceding evening. Yet it would have been frenzy not to depart. Every pang of disappointed hope menaced her in a foreign country, with such an enemy as lady Penelope Pryer. The carriage waited at her door more than an hour, when, with a constrained resolution, she entered it, and with a faultering voice bid the postillions proceed towards Liège.60
