This lady talked of her brother, and pointed him out as he rode down the line in the Marshal's staff.

The young officer indicated presently broke away and galloped up to her, bending over his horse's neck to join the conversation.

Emilia Belloni's name was mentioned.

He stared, and appeared to insist upon a contrary statement.
Carlo scrutinized his features.

While doing so he was accosted, and beheld his former adversary of the Motter--one, with whom he had yesterday shaken hands in the Piazza of La Scala.