soon as they saw me. When I came to the lady's apartment, I saw the coachman standing on the threshold, gazing into the room, and holding his sides with laughing. The Baron stood in the centre of the apartment in the same posture, which, however, seemed to be owing to a different cause; and the Count sat by the bed, caressing and, at last, tenderly embracing, a lady that was almost entirely naked. The latter glowed with a high crimson hue, but the fire that burned in her face was not the effect of anger. Her longing eyes surveyed the beautiful form of the Count; she suffered his kisses, and appeared to be displeased with nothing but the number of witnesses. Seeing me, at length, at the head of the servants, she ejaculated a loud scream, and disengaging herself from the Count's embraces, hid herself in the bed.
The first thing I did, was to fly to the assistance of the poor Baron. The Count, who laughed immoderately, assisted mefaithfully;
