ABSTRACT
Monsieur Lemoine was the first who retired, and St. Clair remained alone with the Marquis. The serene and fascinating prospect which their balcony commanded, the bright moon, reflected in quivering columns on the Bay of Naples; the stilly sound of the waves, splashing against the shore; the dark outline of the distant mountains, and the silent hour which ushers in the morning, united to tranquillize de Sevrac’s mind, and to prepare it for the unbounded confidence of friendship.
