—"I think the count has seen, and waits for me."
—"O! come with me!" pursued she, weeping and kneeling down at my feet.
—'"Dear, dear," continued I highly alarmed, "what can ail you my lady? You seem to have lost your senses. Shall I call somebody?"
She shook her head.
—"You no doubt want to speak to me? But remember the unseasonable hour! the improper place! If you have something very particular to tell me, I promise to meet you to-morrow after midnight in the garden."
—"O Carlos!" exclaimed she with impassionate rapture, "will you meet me indeed? Will you? Ah, I well knew there still remained a glimmering spark of your former fondness!" At these words she hastily flew to my bosom, and covered my face with ardent kisses. I startled, as if I heard some noise, got softly loose from her embraces, and conducting her to her drawing-room, silently retired. "To-morrow, after midnight, Car-
