those I had myself reared and presented to the count, began to recognize me and jumped and barked for joy.
The count, rather alarmed by the barking, hastened to the spot, and perceiving me, flew quite transported into my arms. The azure sky smiled with sympathetic serenity over us, and flowers sprung up under our feet. My friend now took me by the hand, and conducted me to the house. "You know all objects but too well, Carlos, but there is one: that is new in the family."
Here he took up the infant, who could be about two years old, and said, "this is my son, marquis. What will you say to it, if I have called him Carlos?"
—"Heaven grant, that he be more fortunate than his namesake."
—"What, Carlos? You still complain of fate?—Indeed I think you look paler than you used to do. But never mind, I'll do all I can to cheer you."
We had now advanced arm in arm to the balcony of the mansion, from which I descried a lady, eying me with great curiosity
