"Yes! yes!" he resumed; "and the Baron yonder, too, was not far off."
The laughter encreased. However, the Baron thought it proper to bridle his passions, and not to reply a syllable, but to wait for a more favourable opportunity to revenge himself upon the Count, which he very nearly had found that very night.
We now conversed a little longer on different subjects, and then parted, as it seemed, entirely reconciled to one another. The Count saw Caroline to her carriage, and soon after went home with me, to all appearance completely happy.
He was used to sit every night half an hour with me on my sofa, and to converse on the occurrences of the day; but that time his mind was so much occupied with the past events, that he forgot it, and went directly to his apartment, which occasioned one of the drollest scenes of my life.
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