The Marquise coughed.
"You see," said Marie, "she will take cold." The young girl wrapped the shawl around her friend.
"This cold will not be dangerous," said the Vicomte, gayly.
"Silence!" said Matheus.
"Ah!" said the somnambulist, "what a magnificent country! What a sun! This then is Rome," said she, with enthusiasm, "the city of the Cæsars—the eternal city—the city of God!"
She bowed herself respectfully.
"True," said Matheus, "and now you must find him you love; you must look for your husband amid this vast city."
"No, no!" said the Marquise.
"Why not?"
"I shall lose myself amid these long streets; besides I am afraid of these men in masks."