We are undone! all is discovered! your letters are gone! they were there last night, and could have been taken away but to day. ’Tis my mother: it can be no body else. If my father should see them, my life is in danger. But why should he not see them, if I must renounce——Heavens! my mother sends for me, whither shall I fly? how shall I support her presence? O that I could hide myself in the centre of the earth! I tremble every limb, and am unable to move one step——the shame, the mortification, the killing reproaches——I have deserved it, I will support it all. But oh! the grief, the tears of a weeping mother——O, my heart, how piercing!——she waits for me; I can stay no longer——she will know——I must tell her all—— Regianino will be dismissed. Write no more till you hear further——who knows if ever——yet I might—— what? deceive her?—— deceive my mother!—— alas! if our safety lies in supporting a falsehood, farewell, we are indeed undone!