"Yet how gallant you was," returned the other: "I wish Reiberg had been here, to have shared your politeness."
"Pray be sparing of your jeers," said the Count; "they may be premature.—You are not certain that your conjectures are right."
The Baron, having once entertained the idea, seemed to be every moment more strongly confirmed in his judgment, and rallied the Count most unmercifully on his politeness to the fair sex.
In a short time, Ferdinand returned, having equipped the man with an old suit of clothes, that fitted him tolerably.
"Now," said he, smiling, "allow me to introduce the metamorphosed lady as the late Count Wolfran's valet."
"Is it possible," they both cried; "for Heaven's sake, how have you been so fortunate as to meet with him?"
"I know not," replied Ferdinand very gravely, "whether I can deem it as any piece of good fortune; for the meeting has been
