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"
Immediately
;
the
steamer
waits
,
and
in
an
hour
I
shall
be
far
from
you
.
Will
you
accompany
me
to
the
harbor
,
Maximilian
?
"
"
I
am
entirely
yours
,
count
.
"
Morrel
accompanied
the
count
to
the
harbor
.
The
white
steam
was
ascending
like
a
plume
of
feathers
from
the
black
chimney
.
The
steamer
soon
disappeared
,
and
in
an
hour
afterwards
,
as
the
count
had
said
,
was
scarcely
distinguishable
in
the
horizon
amidst
the
fogs
of
the
night
.
At
the
same
time
that
the
steamer
disappeared
behind
Cape
Morgion
,
a
man
travelling
post
on
the
road
from
Florence
to
Rome
had
just
passed
the
little
town
of
Aquapendente
.
He
was
travelling
fast
enough
to
cover
a
great
deal
of
ground
without
exciting
suspicion
.
This
man
was
dressed
in
a
greatcoat
,
or
rather
a
surtout
,
a
little
worse
for
the
journey
,
but
which
exhibited
the
ribbon
of
the
Legion
of
Honor
still
fresh
and
brilliant
,
a
decoration
which
also
ornamented
the
under
coat
.
He
might
be
recognized
,
not
only
by
these
signs
,
but
also
from
the
accent
with
which
he
spoke
to
the
postilion
,
as
a
Frenchman
.
Another
proof
that
he
was
a
native
of
the
universal
country
was
apparent
in
the
fact
of
his
knowing
no
other
Italian
words
than
the
terms
used
in
music
,
and
which
like
the
"
goddam
"
of
Figaro
,
served
all
possible
linguistic
requirements
.
"
Allegro
!
"
he
called
out
to
the
postilions
at
every
ascent
.
"
Moderato
!
"
he
cried
as
they
descended
.
And
heaven
knows
there
are
hills
enough
between
Rome
and
Florence
by
the
way
of
Aquapendente
!
These
two
words
greatly
amused
the
men
to
whom
they
were
addressed
.
On
reaching
La
Storta
,
the
point
from
whence
Rome
is
first
visible
,
the
traveller
evinced
none
of
the
enthusiastic
curiosity
which
usually
leads
strangers
to
stand
up
and
endeavor
to
catch
sight
of
the
dome
of
St.
Peter
's
,
which
may
be
seen
long
before
any
other
object
is
distinguishable
.
No
,
he
merely
drew
a
pocketbook
from
his
pocket
,
and
took
from
it
a
paper
folded
in
four
,
and
after
having
examined
it
in
a
manner
almost
reverential
,
he
said
--
"
Good
!
I
have
it
still
!
"
The
carriage
entered
by
the
Porto
del
Popolo
,
turned
to
the
left
,
and
stopped
at
the
Hotel
d'Espagne
.
Old
Pastrini
,
our
former
acquaintance
,
received
the
traveller
at
the
door
,
hat
in
hand
.
The
traveller
alighted
,
ordered
a
good
dinner
,
and
inquired
the
address
of
the
house
of
Thomson
&
French
,
which
was
immediately
given
to
him
,
as
it
was
one
of
the
most
celebrated
in
Rome
.
It
was
situated
in
the
Via
dei
Banchi
,
near
St.
Peter
's
.
In
Rome
,
as
everywhere
else
,
the
arrival
of
a
post-chaise
is
an
event
.
Ten
young
descendants
of
Marius
and
the
Gracchi
,
barefooted
and
out
at
elbows
,
with
one
hand
resting
on
the
hip
and
the
other
gracefully
curved
above
the
head
,
stared
at
the
traveller
,
the
post-chaise
,
and
the
horses
;
to
these
were
added
about
fifty
little
vagabonds
from
the
Papal
States
,
who
earned
a
pittance
by
diving
into
the
Tiber
at
high
water
from
the
bridge
of
St.
Angelo
.
Now
,
as
these
street
Arabs
of
Rome
,
more
fortunate
than
those
of
Paris
,
understand
every
language
,
more
especially
the
French
,
they
heard
the
traveller
order
an
apartment
,
a
dinner
,
and
finally
inquire
the
way
to
the
house
of
Thomson
&
French
.
The
result
was
that
when
the
new-comer
left
the
hotel
with
the
cicerone
,
a
man
detached
himself
from
the
rest
of
the
idlers
,
and
without
having
been
seen
by
the
traveller
,
and
appearing
to
excite
no
attention
from
the
guide
,
followed
the
stranger
with
as
much
skill
as
a
Parisian
police
agent
would
have
used
.
The
Frenchman
had
been
so
impatient
to
reach
the
house
of
Thomson
&
French
that
he
would
not
wait
for
the
horses
to
be
harnessed
,
but
left
word
for
the
carriage
to
overtake
him
on
the
road
,
or
to
wait
for
him
at
the
bankers
'
door
.
He
reached
it
before
the
carriage
arrived
.
The
Frenchman
entered
,
leaving
in
the
anteroom
his
guide
,
who
immediately
entered
into
conversation
with
two
or
three
of
the
industrious
idlers
who
are
always
to
be
found
in
Rome
at
the
doors
of
banking-houses
,
churches
,
museums
,
or
theatres
.
With
the
Frenchman
,
the
man
who
had
followed
him
entered
too
;
the
Frenchman
knocked
at
the
inner
door
,
and
entered
the
first
room
;
his
shadow
did
the
same
.
"
Messrs.
Thomson
&
French
?
"
inquired
the
stranger
.
An
attendant
arose
at
a
sign
from
a
confidential
clerk
at
the
first
desk
.
"
Whom
shall
I
announce
?
"
said
the
attendant
.
"
Baron
Danglars
.
"
