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Cecilia's earliest care, almost at break of day, was to send to the Grove; fro but evil; Mr Monckton was still alive, but with little or no hope of recovery, constantly delirious, and talking of Miss Beverley, and of her beingDelvile

Cecilia, who kneell this, at least, was no deliriuer less than was apprehended

The next day, however, h not from the quarter she expected it: Mr Monckton, in one of his raving fits, had sent for Lady Margaret to his bed side, and used her ale and her infirmities with incredible fury, called her the cause of all his sufferings, and accused her as the ier Lady Margaret, who hi out of the roo, in his frenzy, to strike her, she dropt down dead in an apoplectic fit

"Good Heaven!" thought Cecilia, "what an exemplary punishment has this man! he loses his hated wife at the very er answer his purposes! Poor Lady Margaret! her life has been as bitter as her temper! married from a view of interest, ill used as a bar to happiness, and destroyed fros of despair!"

She wrote all this intelligence to Ostend, whence she received a letter fro further by the weakness and illness of his s from seasickness had almost put an end to her existence

Thus passed a miserable week; Monckton still merely alive, Delvile detained at Ostend, and Cecilia tortured alike by as recently passed, actually present, and fearfully expected; when one entleman upon business desired immediately to speak with her

She hastily obeyed the su already present to her, and a thousand wild conjectures upon what had brought hi to her

Her expectations, however, were ill answered, for she found an entire stranger; an elderly man, of no pleasant aspect or manners

She desired to know his business

"I presume, madam, you are the lady of this house?"

She bowed an assent

"May I take the liberty, madam, to ask your name?'

"My na it me"

"Is it possible you are co it?"