ABSTRACT
By the time that they arrived in Harley-street54 it was day-break; and lord Francis, at the first glimpse of light, recognized the pallid countenance and emaciated form of his adored Martha. It is impossible to describe the contending emotions of sorrow, astonishment, and pity which struggled in his breast while he contemplated the object of his affections, so exhausted, so changed, so afflicted. A thousand dreadful ideas possessed his mind; while he naturally concluded that the loss of reason had been the origin of her confinement and its consequent sufferings. He knew not how to address her. His countenance was the expressive index of his heart, where all the virtues, all the sorrows of Mrs. Morley had been indelibly recorded.
