BUSSY AND DIANA.
Faintings from love seldom last any length of time, nor are they very dangerous. Diana was not long in opening her eyes, and finding herself supported by Bussy.
“Oh!” murmured she, “it was shocking, count, to surprise us thus.”
Bussy expected other words, men are so exacting, but Diana said no more, and, disengaging herself gently from his arms, ran to her friend, who, seeing her faint, had returned softly, and stood a little way off.
“Is it thus that you receive me, madame?”
“No, M. de Bussy, but——”
“Oh! no ‘but,’ madame,” sighed Bussy, drawing near again.
“No, no, not on your knees!”
“Oh! let me pray to you an instant, thus!” cried the count. “I have so longed for this place.”
“Yes, but to come to it, you jumped over the wall. Not only is it not suitable for a man of your rank, but it is very imprudent.”