Mr. de V******l. Having great reason to believe that Baron de V******l is the happy parent of that excellent young man, he begs leave to pay his respects to the father of his friend."
His ambassador returned in the course of a few minutes with one of the Baron's servants, and a formal invitation for myself and the Count. Our horses were instantly taken out of the stable, and our servants desired to bring them with our portmanteaus to the castle. "You must be very intimate with the Baron, or strongly recommended to him," the landlord said to the Count, shaking his head.
The latter now came to my apartment, and finding me on the bed, absorpt in a profound reverie, said, "Will you not get up, Marquis? The Baron," he added coolly, "has just sent us an invitation to come to the castle."
"How! the Baron, did you say?" I exclaimed.
"Yes,
