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IN A GLASS DARKLY.
out of the question, do I love anything on earth better than my wife?"
"Her diamonds."
"Oh!" said the Count.
The Marquis, I could see, laughed.
"Is it true," said the Count, changing the conversation peremptorily, "that there has been a battle in Naples?"
"No; in France."
"Indeed," said the Count, satirically, with a glance round. "And may I inquire between what powers, and on what particular quarrel?"
"Between the Count and Countess de St. Alyre, and about a document they subscribed on the 25th July, 1811."
The Marquis afterwards told me that this was the date of their marriage settlement. The Count stood stock-still for a minute or so; and one could fancy that they saw his face flushing through his mask.
