CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
WHICH, IT IS TO BE HOPED, THE READER WILL FIND AN AGREEABLE MEDLEY OF MIRTH AND MADNESS, SENSE AND ABSURDITY.
It was not without reason that our adventurer afflicted himself; his fears were but too prophetic.

When he alighted at the inn, which he had left so abruptly the preceding evening, he ran directly to the apartment where he had been so happy in Aurelia's company; but her he saw not--all was solitary.

Turning to the woman of the house, who had followed him into the room, "Where is the lady ?" cried he, in a tone of impatience.
Mine hostess screwing up her features into a very demure aspect, said she saw so many ladies she could not pretend to know who he meant.

"I tell thee, woman," exclaimed the knight, in a louder accent, "thou never sawest such another--I mean that miracle of beauty"-- "Very like," replied the dame, as she retired to the room door.

"Husband, here's one as axes concerning a miracle of beauty; hi, hi, hi.