We had passed it in all the enjoyment which can be derived both from the senses and the mind, and never had one single instant of weariness caused either of us to be guilty of that sad symptom of misery which is called a yawn.

The only pleasure we took out of doors was a drive outside of the city when the weather was fine.

As we never walked in the streets, and never frequented any public place, no one had sought to make our acquaintance, or at least no one had found an opportunity of doing so, in spite of all the curiosity excited by Henriette amongst the persons whom we had chanced to meet, particularly at the house of Dubois.

Henriette had become more courageous, and I more confident, when we found that she had not been recognized by any one either at that supper or at the theatre.
She only dreaded persons belonging to the high nobility.
One day as we were driving outside the Gate of Colorno, we met the duke and duchess who were returning to Parma.

Immediately after their carriage another vehicle drove along, in which was Dubois with a nobleman unknown to us.