The novels of Charles Brockden Brown, consisting of Wieland;or, The transformation. Arthur Mervyn; or, Memoirs of the year 1793. Edgar Huntly; or, Memoirs of a sleep-walker. Jane Talbot. Ormond; or, The secret witness. Clara Howard; or, The enthusiasm of love. With a memoir of the author.

124 JANE TALBOT.
you, and teach your insolence a lesson not easily forgotten.
To sleep after this interview was impossible. I could
hardly still my throbbing heart sufficiently to move the
pen. You cannot hear from me in time to avoid this madman, or to fortify yourself against an interview. I cannot confute the false or cunning glosses he may make upon
my conduct. IHe may represent me to you as willing to
accompany him; as detained only by my obligation to you,
from which it is in your power to absolve me.
Till I hear from you I shall have no peace. W"ould to
Heaven there was some speedier conveyance [
JANE TALBOT.
LETTER XXXII.
To Jane Talbot.
Baltimore, November 14.
LET me overlook your last *letter for the present,
while I mention to you a most unexpected and surprising
circumstance. It has just happened. I have parted
with my visitant but this moment.
I had strolled to the bank of the river, and was leaning idly onn a branch of an apple-tree that hung pretty
low, when I noticed some one coming hastily towards me:
there was something striking and noble in the air and
figure of the man.
When he came up, he stopped. I was surprised to
find myself the object of which he was in search. I found
afterwards that he had inquired for me at my lodgings,
and had been directed to look for me in this path. A distinct view of his features saved him the trouble of telling
me that he was your brother. However, that was information that he thought proper immediately to communicate.
He was your brother, he said; I was Colden; I had pretensions to you, which your brother was entitled to klnow,
to discuss, and to pronounce upon. Such, in about as
* Letter XXX.