here is my hand—take it—I'll be what you wish me."
On our return to the castle, we found the Count and my friends, who had all been out in quest of me, had come back. They were quite rejoiced to see me again, and lamented the accident that had happened to my hand.
At supper the count seemed to be aware of the great change that had taken place between Adela and me, and partook in our gaiety, till a late hour, when we retired to rest.
Early in the morning, I waited on the count to inform him of what had passed between his daughter and me, and to ask his consent to our union.
"Dear Carlos," answered Giraumont, "you have anticipated my wishes, and I joyfully grant your request with my blessing." In less than a fortnight after Adela was my wife.
