and complied with your wishes, permit me to solicit a favour in my turn."
"Name it, my angel," cried I, in a foolish transport, kissing her hand.
"Suffer me to pass the remainder of this day alone, in my own apartment."
"How!" said the Count, "not dine with us, Eugenia? Impossible, you cannot expect your husband will accede to such an absurd request."
"You, Sir," answered she, with an expressive look, "have this day resigned over all your authority to this Gentleman, it is to him therefore I apply. A few hours to myself is no great boon; I again repeat my request not to be broken in upon till the supper hour."
Fool! blockhead as I was! fearful of irritating her, and in the hope I should please her by my compliance, "Dearest Eugenia! (I cried) be mistress of your own time, I submit to any mortification that can oblige you, and let me trust to your generosity to reward my self-denial." I kissed her hand, and
