desire of revenge, wholly occupied my mind, and the only idea that could communicate the least degree of satisfaction to my soul, was, that Count M*** was apparently as wretched as myself.
Four years I passed without a friend or a companion to harmonize my feelings, or without the least intelligence of the object that had caused all my misery: During that time I had changed my servants two or three times, for nothing pleased me, and the men preferred serving in the army rather than to support the capriciousness of my temper. One faithful fellow only remained, who had been invariably attached to me for some years, who had the command over the others, and had been generally hated by them for that reason. This man, Peter, who was in my confidence, I had twice dispatched into Suabia, to make private inquiries relative to Count M***, and was informed, that within three months after my departure he had quitted his palace overwhelmed with
