While we were at play, he had heard the count mentioned by name at the table; and when the challenge was given and accepted, it had occured to him to name the place of burial, by an instinct he could not account for." "A very lame story," said Merton.
"Yes, but we Italians are superstitious.

The alleged instinct was regarded as the whisper of Providence; the stranger became an object of universal interest and curiosity.

His wealth, his manner of living, his extraordinary personal beauty, have assisted also to make him the rage." "What is his name ?" asked Glyndon.
"Zicci.

Signor Zicci." "Is it not an Italian name?
He speaks English like a native." "So he does French and German, as well as Italian, to my knowledge.

But he declares himself a Corsican by birth, though I cannot hear of any eminent Corsican family of that name.