"From the prospects of my friends (cried she), I must now derive my chief satisfaction."
"If they are as bright as your own (said Madame Chatteneuf) they must be pleasing ones indeed."
The Countess sighed deeply, but spoke not.
Olivia saw dejection again stealing round, and rallied her spirits to drive it away. No very difficult task indeed for her, as she was delighted with the idea of her journey to Italy. She talked of the conquests she expected to make; declared nothing less than a Marquis would satisfy her: and said the moment she was settled in her palace, she should invite the Countess and Madeline to it.—"And we will then try (she continued), whether our fair friend will follow my example, and give her little French heart in exchange for an Italian one."
"Seriously (cried Madame Chatteneuf, addressing the Countess), if we stay any long
