quetry.

In addition to this, she was a woman of the world in the widest sense
of the term; pleasure-loving, faithless, unstable, and therefore never
in any danger of really losing her heart, and consequently her head.
She used to change the place of her abode, according to what she had to
do. Sometimes she lived in Paris among the Polish emigrants, in order
to find out what they were doing, and maintained intimate relations
with the Tuileries and the Palais Royal at the same time; sometimes she
went to London for a short time, or hurried off to Italy to watch the
Hungarian exiles, only to reappear suddenly in Switzerland, or at one
of the fashionable German watering-places.

In revolutionary circles, she was looked upon as an active member of
the great League of Freedom, and diplomatists regarded her as an
influential friend of Napoleon III.

She knew everyone, but especially those men whose names were to be met
with every day in the journals, and she counted Victor Emmanuel,
Rouher, Gladstone, and Gortschakoff among her friends as well as
Mazzini, Kossuth, Garibaldi, Mieroslawsky, and Bakunin.

In the spring of 185- she was at Vevey on the lovely lake of Geneva,
and went into raptures when talking to an old German diplomatist about
the beauties of nature, and about Calame, Stifter, and Turgenev, whose
"Diary of a Hunter," had just become fashionable. One day a man
appeared at the table d'hote, who excited unusual attention, and hers
especially, so that there was nothing strange in her asking the
proprietor of the hotel what his name was. She was told that he was a
wealthy Brazilian, and that his name was Don Escovedo.

Whether it was an accident, or whether he responded to the interest
which the young woman felt for him, at any rate she constantly met him
whereever she went, whether taking a walk, or on the lake or looking at
the newspapers in the reading-room. At last she was obliged to confess
to herself that he was the handsomest man she had ever seen. Tall slim,
and yet muscular, the young, beardless Brazilian had a head which any
woman might envy, features not only beautiful and noble, but also
extremely delicate, dark eyes which possessed a wonderful charm, and
thick, auburn, curly hair, which completed the attractiveness and the
strangeness of his appearance.

They soon became acquainted, through a Prussian officer whom the
Brazilian had asked for an introduction to the beautiful Polish
lady--for Frau vo