Then gay De Norville, for wild, weird tale
To please the layde, has racked his brain;
While Saint Leu, with twirls of his huge mustache,
His last duello fights o’er again,
And fancies that Marie’s cheek grows pale
As he lightly dwells on his wounds and pain.
But on one tall figure, that stands aloof,
The eye of la Comtesse is seen to fall:
And hast thou nothing to tell?” she asks,
“Canst thou from the past no deed recall,