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 them at her in return, when she suddenly averted her face from me towards a walk covered with lofty trees. I turned round, and beheld the Count coming slowly towards the place where we were sitting. He was alone, and so profoundly absorpt in thought, that he did not see us. His arms were crossed, his head depended upon his bosom, his eyes were half shut, and he seemed to be entirely unconscious of the objects around him. He made now and then motions, as if he conversed with some person, dropt one of his hands, covering with the other a part of his face.

Caroline suddenly grew serious; I wanted to continue our frolicsome sport, but she paid no attention to me, replying to all my questions nothing but, "The poor Count! how melancholy he is!" "The poor Count!" I repeated with great emotion; and one of her sweet looks thanked me for my concern.