Betty had now an air of satisfaction and assurance which I found charming. She said she was full of hope, and seemed highly amused at the thought of the figure which the actor would cut when he arrived at Rome by himself. She hoped that we should come across the man in charge of her trunk, and that we should have no difficulty in getting it back.
“He might pursue us.”
“He dare not do so.”
“I expect not, but if he does I will give him a warm welcome. If he does not take himself off I will blow out his brains.”
Before I began my letter to Sir B—— M——, Betty again warned me to conceal nothing from him.
“Not even the reward you gave me?”
“Oh, yes! That is a little secret between ourselves.”
In less than three hours the letters were composed and written. Betty was satisfied with my letter; and her own, which she translated for my benefit, was a perfect masterpiece of sensibility, which seemed to me certain of success.
I thought of posting from Sienna, to ensure her being in a place of safety before the arrival of her lover.
The only thing that troubled me was the bill of exchange left behind by l’Etoile, for whether it were true or false, I felt bound to deal with it in some way, but I could not see how it was to be done.