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Sitting
alone
,
in
the
front
of
a
box
immediately
opposite
,
but
situated
on
the
third
row
,
was
a
woman
of
exquisite
beauty
,
dressed
in
a
Greek
costume
,
which
evidently
,
from
the
ease
and
grace
with
which
she
wore
it
,
was
her
national
attire
.
Behind
her
,
but
in
deep
shadow
,
was
the
outline
of
a
masculine
figure
;
but
the
features
of
this
latter
personage
it
was
not
possible
to
distinguish
.
Franz
could
not
forbear
breaking
in
upon
the
apparently
interesting
conversation
passing
between
the
countess
and
Albert
,
to
inquire
of
the
former
if
she
knew
who
was
the
fair
Albanian
opposite
,
since
beauty
such
as
hers
was
well
worthy
of
being
observed
by
either
sex
.
"
All
I
can
tell
about
her
,
"
replied
the
countess
,
"
is
,
that
she
has
been
at
Rome
since
the
beginning
of
the
season
;
for
I
saw
her
where
she
now
sits
the
very
first
night
of
the
season
,
and
since
then
she
has
never
missed
a
performance
.
Sometimes
she
is
accompanied
by
the
person
who
is
now
with
her
,
and
at
others
she
is
merely
attended
by
a
black
servant
.
"
"
And
what
do
you
think
of
her
personal
appearance
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
consider
her
perfectly
lovely
--
she
is
just
my
idea
of
what
Medora
must
have
been
.
"
Franz
and
the
countess
exchanged
a
smile
,
and
then
the
latter
resumed
her
conversation
with
Albert
,
while
Franz
returned
to
his
previous
survey
of
the
house
and
company
.
The
curtain
rose
on
the
ballet
,
which
was
one
of
those
excellent
specimens
of
the
Italian
school
,
admirably
arranged
and
put
on
the
stage
by
Henri
,
who
has
established
for
himself
a
great
reputation
throughout
Italy
for
his
taste
and
skill
in
the
choreographic
art
--
one
of
those
masterly
productions
of
grace
,
method
,
and
elegance
in
which
the
whole
corps
de
ballet
,
from
the
principal
dancers
to
the
humblest
supernumerary
,
are
all
engaged
on
the
stage
at
the
same
time
;
and
a
hundred
and
fifty
persons
may
be
seen
exhibiting
the
same
attitude
,
or
elevating
the
same
arm
or
leg
with
a
simultaneous
movement
,
that
would
lead
you
to
suppose
that
but
one
mind
,
one
act
of
volition
,
influenced
the
moving
mass
--
the
ballet
was
called
"
Poliska
.
"
However
much
the
ballet
might
have
claimed
his
attention
,
Franz
was
too
deeply
occupied
with
the
beautiful
Greek
to
take
any
note
of
it
;
while
she
seemed
to
experience
an
almost
childlike
delight
in
watching
it
,
her
eager
,
animated
looks
contrasting
strongly
with
the
utter
indifference
of
her
companion
,
who
,
during
the
whole
time
the
piece
lasted
,
never
even
moved
,
not
even
when
the
furious
,
crashing
din
produced
by
the
trumpets
,
cymbals
,
and
Chinese
bells
sounded
their
loudest
from
the
orchestra
.
Of
this
he
took
no
heed
,
but
was
,
as
far
as
appearances
might
be
trusted
,
enjoying
soft
repose
and
bright
celestial
dreams
.
The
ballet
at
length
came
to
a
close
,
and
the
curtain
fell
amid
the
loud
,
unanimous
plaudits
of
an
enthusiastic
and
delighted
audience
.
Owing
to
the
very
judicious
plan
of
dividing
the
two
acts
of
the
opera
with
a
ballet
,
the
pauses
between
the
performances
are
very
short
,
the
singers
in
the
opera
having
time
to
repose
themselves
and
change
their
costume
,
when
necessary
,
while
the
dancers
are
executing
their
pirouettes
and
exhibiting
their
graceful
steps
.
The
overture
to
the
second
act
began
;
and
,
at
the
first
sound
of
the
leader
's
bow
across
his
violin
,
Franz
observed
the
sleeper
slowly
arise
and
approach
the
Greek
girl
,
who
turned
around
to
say
a
few
words
to
him
,
and
then
,
leaning
forward
again
on
the
railing
of
her
box
,
she
became
as
absorbed
as
before
in
what
was
going
on
.
The
countenance
of
the
person
who
had
addressed
her
remained
so
completely
in
the
shade
,
that
,
though
Franz
tried
his
utmost
,
he
could
not
distinguish
a
single
feature
.
The
curtain
rose
,
and
the
attention
of
Franz
was
attracted
by
the
actors
;
and
his
eyes
turned
from
the
box
containing
the
Greek
girl
and
her
strange
companion
to
watch
the
business
of
the
stage
.
Most
of
my
readers
are
aware
that
the
second
act
of
"
Parisina
"
opens
with
the
celebrated
and
effective
duet
in
which
Parisina
,
while
sleeping
,
betrays
to
Azzo
the
secret
of
her
love
for
Ugo
.
The
injured
husband
goes
through
all
the
emotions
of
jealousy
,
until
conviction
seizes
on
his
mind
,
and
then
,
in
a
frenzy
of
rage
and
indignation
,
he
awakens
his
guilty
wife
to
tell
her
that
he
knows
her
guilt
and
to
threaten
her
with
his
vengeance
.
This
duet
is
one
of
the
most
beautiful
,
expressive
and
terrible
conceptions
that
has
ever
emanated
from
the
fruitful
pen
of
Donizetti
.
Franz
now
listened
to
it
for
the
third
time
;
yet
its
notes
,
so
tenderly
expressive
and
fearfully
grand
as
the
wretched
husband
and
wife
give
vent
to
their
different
griefs
and
passions
,
thrilled
through
the
soul
of
Franz
with
an
effect
equal
to
his
first
emotions
upon
hearing
it
.
Excited
beyond
his
usual
calm
demeanor
,
Franz
rose
with
the
audience
,
and
was
about
to
join
the
loud
,
enthusiastic
applause
that
followed
;
but
suddenly
his
purpose
was
arrested
,
his
hands
fell
by
his
sides
,
and
the
half-uttered
"
bravos
"
expired
on
his
lips
.
The
occupant
of
the
box
in
which
the
Greek
girl
sat
appeared
to
share
the
universal
admiration
that
prevailed
;
for
he
left
his
seat
to
stand
up
in
front
,
so
that
,
his
countenance
being
fully
revealed
,
Franz
had
no
difficulty
in
recognizing
him
as
the
mysterious
inhabitant
of
Monte
Cristo
,
and
the
very
same
person
he
had
encountered
the
preceding
evening
in
the
ruins
of
the
Colosseum
,
and
whose
voice
and
figure
had
seemed
so
familiar
to
him
.
All
doubt
of
his
identity
was
now
at
an
end
;
his
singular
host
evidently
resided
at
Rome
.
The
surprise
and
agitation
occasioned
by
this
full
confirmation
of
Franz
's
former
suspicion
had
no
doubt
imparted
a
corresponding
expression
to
his
features
;
for
the
countess
,
after
gazing
with
a
puzzled
look
at
his
face
,
burst
into
a
fit
of
laughter
,
and
begged
to
know
what
had
happened
.
"
Countess
,
"
returned
Franz
,
totally
unheeding
her
raillery
,
"
I
asked
you
a
short
time
since
if
you
knew
any
particulars
respecting
the
Albanian
lady
opposite
;
I
must
now
beseech
you
to
inform
me
who
and
what
is
her
husband
?
"
"
Nay
,
"
answered
the
countess
,
"
I
know
no
more
of
him
than
yourself
.
"
