“It is the longer, and you are taller than your sister.”
“That is true. It is really mine, then?” said she, turning to me.
“If I may hope that you will deign to accept it.”
“Surely, dear Iolas, and I will put it on directly.”
Eleanore maintained that her dress was the prettier, and said she was dying to put it on.
“Very good, very good!” I exclaimed, in high glee, “we will leave you to dress, and here are your maids.”
I went out with the two brothers and the canon, and I remarked that they looked quite confused. No doubt they were pondering the prodigality of gamesters; light come, light go. I did not interrupt their thoughts, for I loved to astonish people. I confess it was a feeling of vanity which raised me above my fellow-men, at least, in my own eyes, but that was enough for me. I should have despised anyone who told me that I was laughed at, but I daresay it was only the truth.
I was in the highest spirits, and they soon proved infectious. I embraced Count Ambrose affectionately, begging his pardon for having presumed to make the family a few small presents, and I thanked his brother for having introduced me to them. “You have all given me such a warm welcome,” I added, “that I felt obliged to give you some small proof of my gratitude.”
The fair countesses soon appeared, bedecked with smiles and their gay attire.
“You must have contrived to take our measures,” said they; “but we cannot imagine how you did it.”