to form any estimate of the degree of intimacy you may suppose existing among persons by the familiar terms they seem upon; there is a similarity of feeling at this instant between ourselves and the countess—nothing more.”
“Is there, indeed, my good fellow? Pray tell me, is it sympathy of heart?”
“No; of taste,” continued Franz gravely.
“And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been evinced?”
“By the countess’s visiting the Colosseum, as we did last night, by moonlight, and nearly alone.”
“You were with her, then?”
“I was.”
“And what did you say to her?”
“Oh, we talked of the illustrious dead of whom that magnificent ruin is a glorious monument!”
“Upon my word,” cried Albert, “you must have been a very entertaining companion alone, or all but alone, with a beautiful woman in such a place of sentiment