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34 to suppress her laughter, do you not remember this hero of our 'Romance of the Castle?'" Emily shook her head. "Only dear, that Count Frianchettini, the lover and the patriot, is Signor Giulio, our old hair-dresser. I recognised him instantly. Oh, he must know enough of English people to be aware that this plan is ridiculous. What a hero for a melodrame! I will advise him to-morrow to come out at Covent Garden, and offer to patronise his benefit." The old woman's entrance, to clear away the supper, broke off their dialogue. She pointed to their bed-room, made every offer of service by signs, and at length departed. They heard heavy bolts drawn on the outside of their door. "What shall we do!" exclaimed Emily, bursting into tears. "Why, I cannot advise your marriage, which absurd project I do not believe our romantic professeur will dare carry into execution. Only try to suppress all appearance of terror;—fear is his best encouragement; for fear, he clearly sees, is all he has to expect. Rely upon it he has been reading romances in England, and thought a picturesque chief of banditti would turn any young lady's head. So polite a coiffeur