affairs, 'till this moment the alteration had escaped his notice.
The other, observing that both the Count and Ferdinand looked at him with surprise, caught the hand of the latter—"My dear Sir, I can translate your thoughts; know then, the events of this morning nearly concern me; they hold out a dawn of hope, a possibility of happiness, which I thought for ever extinguished: Count Wolfran was my mortal enemy; he robbed me of the woman I adored; his relations were her guardians, they compelled her to give him her hand;—he is dead, and she is free.—Heaven is just—and I may hope."
The Count and Ferdinand were astonished at this development, and more so to find that he was unacquainted with the circumstances that had occasioned a separation between the Count and his lady.
"Where does the Countess reside?" asked Ferdinand.
"I believe in a convent," answered Reiberg.—"I have only once heard from her
