CHAPTER IV.
MONSIEUR DROQVILLE.
FULL of this exciting hope, I sauntered out, upon the steps of the Belle Etoile. It was now night, and a pleasant moonlight over everything. I had entered more into my romance since my arrival, and this poetic light heightened the sentiment. What a drama, if she turned out to be the Count's daughter, and in love with me! What a delightful —tragedy, if she turned out to be the Count's wife!
In this luxurious mood, I was accosted by
