ABSTRACT
When Ellesmere, learned the circumstances that had happened the evening before, he became as eager as D’Alonville, or if possible more so, to offer to the unhappy strangers every service he could render them. He proposed for this purpose a thousand projects in a moment. He would write to his mother and sisters; he would carry the two ladies to Eddisbury. D’Alonville, who was not so sanguine as to the reception they might meet with, felt all the generosity of his friend, but did not seem in haste to avail himself of it. He readily, however, assented to Ellesmere’s wish of going with him to wait on them; and, with a melancholy smile, bade him beware of the fascinating eyes of the younger Madame de Touranges. ‘I know the influence of beauty in distress, my friend,’ said he; ‘and I assure you, you will not find that of the young Marquise less dangerous than that of your fair Polonese.’
