They followed the man through a long gloomy passage into a parlour tolerably well furnished; but, as Louisa thought, very, different from what might be expected in a house of the Countess of Delville's. A certain air of desolation seemed to reign around, and as she cast her eyes into the garden to which the room she was now in looked, she observed/ several persons walking separately, whose countenances, she fancied, were in unison with the scene around.

She felt a chilling sensation of horror creep through her veins; her spirits, lately so exhilarated, were suddenly depressed, and her whole frame shook with the apprehension of approaching evil.

The man having left the room, Louisa turned to Miss Freeman for the purpose of asking her some question that would relieve the dread she felt so unaccountably pervade her mind; and to her utter dismay beheld the exultation which sat on her countenance, and which she was now no longer anxious to conceal.

‘It is time,’ said she, ‘now to undeceive you: you are not in the house of the Countess of Delville, neither does she know any thing of you; but believes you capable of crimes that justly expose you to her neglect and resentment; the same opinion is entertained by both those families/ who you have been so weak as to believe would interest themselves in your favour; therefore you need not take the trouble again to apply to them, as, I can assure you, it is to no purpose. When you recollect the provocation you have given Lady Belmour, you will perhaps not be surprised to hear that you are in a place where you cannot repeat your offence, and from which not all the art you possess will be able to release you. Mr. Melford will probably tell you more in a few days: till then I leave you to the consolation which, no doubt, your very superior virtues will afford you.’

She then retired, and Louisa, who felt stupified by this sudden reverse of fortune, was unable to stop her, or to inquire where or why she was thus betrayed.