There were two separate engagements going on between angry twisting couples.
'Is there a habitable town in Italy ?' the count exclaimed frenziedly.
First he called to his coachman to drive away, next to wait as if nailed to the spot.

He cursed the revolutionary spirit as the mother of vices.
While he was gazing at the fray, the door behind him opened, as he knew by the rush of cool air which struck his temples.

He fancied that his daughter was hurrying off in obedience to a signal, and turned upon her just as Laura was motioning to a female figure in the doorway to retire.
'Who is this ?' said the count.
A veil was over the strange lady's head.

She was excited, and breathed quickly.

The count brought forward a chair to her, and put on his best court manner.