"You are mistaken in thinking so," returned Franz calmly; "but you merely fall into the same error which leads so many of our countrymen to commit the most egregious blunders,--I mean that of judging the habits and customs of Italy and Spain by our Parisian notions; believe me, nothing is more fallacious than to form any estimate of the degree of intimacy you may suppose existing among persons by the familiar terms they seem upon; there is a similarity of feeling at this instant between ourselves and the countess--nothing more." "Is there, indeed, my good fellow? Pray tell me, is it sympathy of heart?" "No; of taste," continued Franz gravely. "And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been evinced?" "By the countess's visiting the Colosseum, as we did last night, by
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