"I ought to disobey you, and send for him myself." "It would be useless," replied Albert sadly; "he could do nothing for me." As the valet was leaving the room, he added,--"Say nothing about my being unwell to any one, Lubin; it is nothing at all.

If I should feel worse, I will ring." At that moment, to see any one, to hear a voice, to have to reply, was more than he could bear.

He longed to be left entirely to himself.
After the painful emotions arising from his explanations with the count, he could not sleep.

He opened one of the library windows, and looked out.

It was a beautiful night: and there was a lovely moon.