I went to visit the accommodations of my companion, Mr.Rosenhagen.I found him in a spacious apartment hung all round with tapestry, so that there was no appearance of any windows.

I was far from being indifferent to the comfort of a good dry bed; but poor Mr.Rosenhagen, besides being delicate, was hypochondriac.

With one of the most rueful countenances I ever beheld, he informed me that he must certainly die of cold.

His teeth chattered whilst he pointed to the tapestry at one end of the room, which waved to and fro with the wind; and, looking behind it, I found a large, stone casement window without a single pane of glass, or shutters of any kind.

He determined not to take off his clothes; but I, gaining courage from despair, undressed, went to bed, and never slept better in my life, or ever awakened in better health or spirits than at ten o'clock the next morning.
'After breakfast the Marquis took us to visit the Grotto de la Baume, which was at the distance of not more than two leagues from his house.