Embrace me--again, again! You are at home, vicomte! Ah, there is our old Grimaud! Come in, Grimaud: monsieur le vicomte is desirous of embracing you likewise." The good old man did not require to be twice told; he rushed in with open arms, Raoul meeting him half-way.
"Now, if you please, we will go into the garden, Raoul.

I will show you the new lodging I have had prepared for you during your leave of absence; and whilst examining the last winter's plantations, and two saddle-horses I have just acquired, you will give me all the news of our friends in Paris." The comte closed his manuscript, took the young man's arm, and went out into the gardens with him.
Grimaud looked at Raoul with a melancholy air as the young man passed out; observing that his head nearly touched the _traverse_ of the doorway, stroking his white _royale_, he slowly murmured:--"How he has grown!".