I was very blameable, my dear Aza, in so earnestly wishing to speak to Deterville. He has spoke to me but too much, though I believe no cause of those terrors which he has endeavoured to excite in my soul, yet are they not yet effaced.

I know not what it was that yesterday made an addition to that usual melancholy that hangs about me; but the world, and its vanities, was more disagreeable than common. Every thing, except the tender pleasure which I saw expressed betwixt Celina and her Husband, gave me an indignation which bordered on contempt. Ashamed of the unjust pride of my own heart, I endeavoured to conceal what I felt, and retired alone to the most private part of the garden.

I sat me down at the foot of a tree, and the tears began involuntarily to wet my cheeks, leaning my forehead upon my hand; I was so buried in my own thoughts, that Deterville was on his knees before me ere I perceived he was near.

Be not offended, Zilia, said he, it was not design but chance which brought me hither. Tired of the continual tumult, I was coming to indulge my sorrow in peace. When, seeing you, I struggled with myself to keep at a distance from you; but the desire of soothing my unhappiness urged me on. In pity to myself I walked forward; but when I saw your tears, I was no longer master of myself; yet, if you command me to fly from you, I will immediately obey. Can you do it, Zilia? Am I really hateful to your sight? No, said I, far from it, pray sit down, I was wishing for an opportunity of speaking to you ever since the last favours you conferred on me.

Let us not talk of those things, interrupted he, briskly; but pray hear me, replied I; you cannot be completely generous, if you will not listen to acknowledgments. This is the first time I have ever spoken to you since I have received those valuable ornaments belonging to the Temple in which I was educated.