ABSTRACT
When Ethelinde was alone in the apartment prepared for her, she found herself too much tired to recall with clearness the transactions of the day. A confused but acutely painful recollection rested on her mind; the soothing idea of Montgomery’s love and protection only tranquilizing in some degree the tumult of her spirits and the anguish of her heart. Secure that no new evil could for that night befall her brother, she courted a transient but welcome forgetfulness, and at length sunk into repose; which, though not unbroken by the fearful though half-retraced images of the preceding day, yet refreshed and relieved her; and when she awoke the next morning, she thought, that supported by the tender friendship of Montgomery, and firm in the consciousness of innocence and rectitude, she should have resolution enough to endure with serenity the bitterest destiny that might await her, if it affected not the lives and health of Montgomery, of her father, of her brother, and of Sir Edward Newenden, for of the latter she ever retained the tenderest recollection with the truest gratitude.
