as green monkeys, with spring masks, with which they made grimaces at everyone who passed.
Franz thanked the count for his attention. As for Albert, he was busily occupied throwing bouquets at a carriage full of Roman peasants that was passing near him. Unfortunately for him, the line of carriages moved on again, and while he descended the Piazza del Popolo, the other ascended towards the Palazzo di Venezia.
“Ah, my dear fellow,” said he to Franz; “you did not see?”
“What?”
“There—that calash filled with Roman peasants.”
“No.”
“Well, I am convinced they are all charming women.”
“How unfortunate that you were masked, Albert,” said Franz; “here was an opportunity of making up for past disappointments.”
“Oh,” replied he, half laughing, half serious; “I hope the Carnival will not pass without some