ABSTRACT
Ethelinde passed not her time with more tranquility. She was obliged to excuse herself from supping below; which, as she often did so, was the less remarkable. The night brought to her no repose; or such as was too much broken by uneasy dreams to afford her any refreshment. Her father came not up to her room, as he usually did the preceding evenings; but early the next morning, as soon as he heard she was dressed, he came into her little dressing-room, and sitting down, said with a deep sigh that he had just received a letter from her brother.
