shall
relate
them to
me, my
child.
They are,
no doubt,
curious.”
“Yes, yes!
but let us
go hence,
I beseech
you. I
feel as
though it
would kill
me to
remain
longer
near that
man.” So
saying,
Haydee
arose, and
wrapping
herself in
her
bournous
of white
cachemire
embroidered
with
pearls and
coral, she
hastily
quitted
the box at
the moment
when the
curtain
was rising
upon the
fourth
act. “Do
you
observe,”
said the
Countess G
– to
Albert,
