He was greatly flattered and pleased.
"You are uncommonly good to me, conte!" he said, earnestly.

"I can never thank you sufficiently." "I shall demand a proof of your gratitude some day," I answered.

"And now, had you not better be packing your portmanteau?
To-morrow will soon be here.

I will come and see you off in the morning." Receiving this assurance as another testimony of my friendship, he left me.

I saw him no more that day; it was easy to guess where he was! With my wife, of course!--no doubt binding her, by all the most sacred vows he could think of or invent, to be true to him--as true as she had been false to me.