their hotel in the Rue du Helder, their walk on the Boulevard de Gand, and the Café de Paris.”
It is of course understood that Albert resided in the aforesaid street, appeared every day on the fashionable walk, and dined frequently at the only restaurant where you can really dine, that is, if you are on good terms with its waiters.
Signor Pastrini remained silent a short time; it was evident that he was musing over this answer, which did not seem very clear.
“But,” said Franz, in his turn interrupting his host’s meditations, “you had some motive for coming here, may I beg to know what it was?”
“Ah, yes; you have ordered your carriage at eight o’clock precisely?”
“I have.”
“You intend visiting Il Colosseo .”
“You mean the Colosseum?”
“It is the same thing. You have told your coachman