" C'est etonnant!" murmured the Due de St.
Louis the same evening softly to himself, stand¬
ing on the steps of the Hotel Murat, after
assisting in the morning at those various civU
ceremonies and impediments with which our
beloved Italy, in her new character as a nation
of Free Thought, does her best to impede and
deter all such as cUng to so old-world and
pedantic a prejudice as marriage.
The denoument of the drama which he
himself had first set in action had fallen upon
him like a thunder-bolt. He had had no con¬
ception of what would happen. He had thought
to enrich his fr-iend by one of the finest fortunes