on his sopha, to indulge his reveries. His blood was in agitation, and recollecting Caroline, he at last fell into a sweet slumber.
No sooner was he roused from it, by the position which was not the most easy, than half stupified with the effects of sleep he fancied himself in my apartment, took his candle, and cautiously reached the bottom of the stairs, when it went out. He went groping in the dark into the room of the milliner, who was fast in the arms of Her gallant. Mistaking her bed for his own, of which he had been in quest, he drew the curtains, undrest himself to his shirt, and was going to put out a candle which had been kept burning, when one of the baron's boots, which unfortunately laid in the way, made him stumble and in falling dropped the candle, which fell burning on the latter's face.
The baron awoke with a roar, and my friend, provoked with the impertinence of so unwelcome an interloper, answered him with an oath, and ran to seek his sword in the corner of his supposed apartment, which
