The next was a mysterious orange-tree, on which flowers and fruit burst into life at the request of the ladies. As the finale, a handkerchief I borrowed was conveyed into an orange purposely left on the tree. This opened and displayed the handkerchief, which two butterflies took by the corners and unfolded before the spectators.
Lastly, I made a dial of transparent glass, which marked the hours at the will of the spectators, and struck the time on a crystal bell.
At the time I was most deeply engaged in these labors, I made a very agreeable rencontre. While walking along the Boulevards, full of thought, according to my usual habit, I heard some one calling me. On turning round, an elegantly-dressed man pressed my hand.
“Antonio!” I exclaimed, as I embraced him, “how glad I am to see you! But why are you here—what are you doing—and Torrini?”
Antonio interrupted me. “I will tell you all about it. Come to my apartments, where we shall be more at ease. I only live a few doors off.”
In fact, within two minutes we stopped in the Rue de Lancry, before a very handsome house.
“Go up,” Antonio said: “I live on the second floor.”
A servant opened the door. “Is your mistress at home?” Antonio asked.
“No, sir; but I was to tell you she would be in soon.”
After leading me into a pretty drawing-room, Antonio made me sit down by his side on a sofa.