"Ah," said the count, "you have, then, not forgotten that I saved your life; that is strange, for it is a week ago!"
"No, excellency; and never shall I forget it," returned Peppino, with an accent of profound gratitude.
"Never! That is a long time; but it is something that you believe so. Rise and answer."
Peppino glanced anxiously at Franz.
"Oh, you may speak before his excellency," said he; "he is one of my friends. You allow me to give you this title? n continued the count in French; "it is necessary to excite this man's confidence."
"You can speak before me," said Franz; "I am a friend of the count's."
"Good!" returned Peppino. "I am ready to answer any questions your excellency may address to me."
"How did the Viscount Albert fall into Luigi's hands?"
"Excellency, the Frenchman's carriage passed several times the one in which was Teresa."
"The chiefs mistress?"
"Yes. The Frenchman threw her a bouquet; Teresa returned it; all this with the consent of the chief, who was in the carriage."
"What!" cried Franz, "was Luigi Vampa in the carriage with the Roman peasants?"
"It was he who drove, disguised as the coachman," replied Peppino.
"Well?" said the count.
"Well, then, the Frenchman took off his mask; Teresa, with the chiefs consent, did the same. The Frenchman asked for a rendezvous; Teresa gave him one—only, instead of Teresa, it was Beppo who was on the steps of the church of San Giacomo."
"What!" exclaimed Franz, "the peasant girl who snatched his moccoletto from him"
"Was a lad of fifteen," replied Peppino. "But it was no disgrace to your friend to have been deceived; Beppo has taken in plenty of others."
"And Beppo led him outside the walls!" said the count.
"Exactly so; a carriage was waiting at the end of Via Maccllo. Beppo got in, inviting the Frenchman to follow him, and he did not wait to be asked twice. He gallantly offered the right-hand seat to Beppo, and sat by him. Beppo told him he was going to take him to a villa a league from Rome; the Frenchman assured him he would follow him to the end of the world. The coachman went up the Via di Ripen a and the Porta San Paolo; and when they were two hundred yards out side, as the Frenchman became somewhat too forward, Beppo put a brace
