"When I showed Lina the printed words on the wrapper, she turned very pale, but maintained a stubborn silence to all my reproaches.
"'How could you deceive me so?'
"'I don't know.'
"'What reason could you have?'
"'None.'
"'Lina! was there a particle of truth in anything you have told me?'
"'No, Madame.'
"This was all I could get from her; but as she left the room, she turned and said, looking at me half reproachfully, half maliciously,—
"'I suppose we had better part now. At any rate, you will at least own that I have interested you, Madame!'
"She left me two days afterwards, and the last I heard of her was in the situation of companion to a Russian Countess, with whom she was an immense favorite. She made some effort to gain possession of these letters; but I reminded her, that, as they had been written exclusively for my benefit, I considered I had a right to keep them. To this she simply answered, 'Very well, Madame.'"