No one recognizes me here.

The brave and handsome Count Troussel, who is leaning against that pillar, and casting such melancholy glances through the crowd, hunting for the one his heart adores, never dreams that she is standing opposite him, and is laughing at his perplexity.

No, he does not recognize me, and no one knows my costume but the prince and Pollnitz, and as they have not yet found me, I conclude they have not arrived.

I will therefore amuse myself during their absence." She was just approaching the sentimental cavalier, when she suddenly felt her arm touched, and, turning around, saw two masks wrapped in dark dominoes before her.
"Beautiful odalisque, I bring you your sultan." murmured one of them, in whom she recognized Baron Pollnitz.
"And where is my sultan ?" she asked.
"Here," said the second mask, offering the beautiful lady his arm.
Louise saw those glorious eyes beaming upon her through his mask-eyes which the king and Prince Henry alone possessed.
"Ah, my prince!" she murmured softly and reproachfully, "you see that it is I who have waited." The prince did not answer, but conducted her hastily through the crowd.
They had soon reached the end of the saloon.

A small flight of steps led them to a little boudoir opening on a balcony.