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"
Before
then
I
had
no
idea
of
her
danger
.
I
have
lost
her
,
and
now
learn
all
,
too
late
.
She
died
in
the
peace
of
innocence
,
and
in
the
glorious
hope
of
a
blessed
futurity
.
The
fiend
who
betrayed
our
infatuated
hospitality
has
done
it
all
.
I
thought
I
was
receiving
into
my
house
innocence
,
gaiety
,
a
charming
companion
for
my
lost
Bertha
.
Heavens
!
what
a
fool
have
I
been
!
"
I
thank
God
my
child
died
without
a
suspicion
of
the
cause
of
her
sufferings
.
She
is
gone
without
so
much
as
conjecturing
the
nature
of
her
illness
,
and
the
accursed
passion
of
the
agent
of
all
this
misery
.
I
devote
my
remaining
days
to
tracking
and
extinguishing
a
monster
.
I
am
told
I
may
hope
to
accomplish
my
righteous
and
merciful
purpose
.
At
present
there
is
scarcely
a
gleam
of
light
to
guide
me
.
I
curse
my
conceited
incredulity
,
my
despicable
affectation
of
superiority
,
my
blindness
,
my
obstinacy
--
all
--
too
late
.
I
can
not
write
or
talk
collectedly
now
.
I
am
distracted
.
So
soon
as
I
shall
have
a
little
recovered
,
I
mean
to
devote
myself
for
a
time
to
enquiry
,
which
may
possibly
lead
me
as
far
as
Vienna
.
Some
time
in
the
autumn
,
two
months
hence
,
or
earlier
if
I
live
,
I
will
see
you
--
that
is
,
if
you
permit
me
;
I
will
then
tell
you
all
that
I
scarce
dare
put
upon
paper
now
.
Farewell
.
Pray
for
me
,
dear
friend
.
"
In
these
terms
ended
this
strange
letter
.
Though
I
had
never
seen
Bertha
Rheinfeldt
my
eyes
filled
with
tears
at
the
sudden
intelligence
;
I
was
startled
,
as
well
as
profoundly
disappointed
.
The
sun
had
now
set
,
and
it
was
twilight
by
the
time
I
had
returned
the
General
's
letter
to
my
father
.
It
was
a
soft
clear
evening
,
and
we
loitered
,
speculating
upon
the
possible
meanings
of
the
violent
and
incoherent
sentences
which
I
had
just
been
reading
.
We
had
nearly
a
mile
to
walk
before
reaching
the
road
that
passes
the
schloss
in
front
,
and
by
that
time
the
moon
was
shining
brilliantly
.
At
the
drawbridge
we
met
Madame
Perrodon
and
Mademoiselle
De
Lafontaine
,
who
had
come
out
,
without
their
bonnets
,
to
enjoy
the
exquisite
moonlight
.
We
heard
their
voices
gabbling
in
animated
dialogue
as
we
approached
.
We
joined
them
at
the
drawbridge
,
and
turned
about
to
admire
with
them
the
beautiful
scene
.
The
glade
through
which
we
had
just
walked
lay
before
us
.
At
our
left
the
narrow
road
wound
away
under
clumps
of
lordly
trees
,
and
was
lost
to
sight
amid
the
thickening
forest
.
At
the
right
the
same
road
crosses
the
steep
and
picturesque
bridge
,
near
which
stands
a
ruined
tower
which
once
guarded
that
pass
;
and
beyond
the
bridge
an
abrupt
eminence
rises
,
covered
with
trees
,
and
showing
in
the
shadows
some
grey
ivy-clustered
rocks
.
Over
the
sward
and
low
grounds
a
thin
film
of
mist
was
stealing
like
smoke
,
marking
the
distances
with
a
transparent
veil
;
and
here
and
there
we
could
see
the
river
faintly
flashing
in
the
moonlight
.
