Part,  Chapter

 1      I,       I|   younger man.~ ~"My mama is the countess."~ ~"And where does she
 2      I,       I|       knows that her mother is a countess, and that she lives in a
 3      I,       I|      come you to be here, little countess?" inquired the younger man.~ ~"
 4      I,       I|          would not have a little countess to tell the tale to-morrow,"
 5      I,       I|          Don't be afraid, little countess; nothing shall harm you.
 6      I,      II|       hear:~ ~"I know the little countess will be able to find her
 7      I,      II|       don't know; and the little countess, here, who has strayed from
 8      I,     III|         by, to look for her. The countess very likely has not yet
 9      I,     III|          s apartment, the little countess alighted with her escort,
10      I,     III|        to the rank of the little countess; she could not have driven
11      I,     III|          her by surprise."~ ~The countess mother, however, was not
12      I,     III| brilliant company. Evidently the countess was holding a matinée.~ ~
13      I,     III|        have found your daughter, countess, and return her to you."~ ~
14      I,     III|          us - the friends of the countess - what has happened?"~ ~
15      I,     III|           and announced that the countess was better, and desired
16      I,     III|    deliverer of her child.~ ~The countess was reclining on an ottoman,
17      I,     III|  gratitude, monsieur," began the countess, in a faint voice, extending
18      I,     III|       escaped pursuit. While the countess was speaking he could not
19      I,     III|      being made because a little countess had been abandoned half
20      I,     III|         a portrait of the little countess Amélie.~ ~"If the memory
21      I,     III|          gift indeed! The lovely countess had given him her most valued
22      I,     III|          pressed his lips to the countess's hand, and kissed the little
23      I,     III|           Cambray, the suffering countess sprang lightly from her
24      I,     III|    palace of the deeply grateful countess?~ ~He was puzzling his brain
25      I,      IV|         salon of the fascinating Countess Themire Dealba not a word
26      I,      IV|         starving, then the witty Countess Themire herself turned the
27      I,      IV|      this particular evening the Countess Dealba was discussing the
28      I,      IV|       company of little ones the Countess Amélie was, beyond a doubt,
29      I,      IV|          in a word, a prodigy!~ ~Countess Themire, knowing she might
30      I,      IV|      that they had flown."~ ~The countess shrugged her shoulders and
31      I,      IV|         them back?" repeated the countess, in a startled tone.~ ~"
32      I,      IV|        That is true," sighed the countess; "I ought to be accustomed
33      I,      IV|         done so!"~ ~"I doubt it, countess. The path of virtue is only
34      I,      IV|         immoral," interposed the countess.~ ~"And that which our enemy
35      I,      IV|         of Cythera's Brigade."~ ~Countess Themire deliberated a few
36      I,      IV|        am living?"~ ~"Certainly, countess; you may communicate with
37      I,      IV|            bitterly rejoined the countess. "The first letter, then,
38      I,      IV|       pleadingly interrupted the countess.~ ~"Themire! You are actually
39      I,      IV|          thousand francs for the Countess Themire Dealba for the first
40      I,      IV|   concluding words.~ ~The little countess lifted her gold-rimmed lorgnette
41     II,      II|          he was going to marry a countess. He was willing, and all
42     II,      II|   necessary was the consent of a countess. Our business requires the
43     II,     III|      name of the worshipful Frau Countess?"~ ~At this question the
44     II,     III|       one who inquires after the countess."~ ~The voices ceased. The
45    III,      IV|        he came with the gracious countess; and on foot, too, in this
46    VII,     III|      with distinguished persons. Countess Themire Dealba's rôle is
47   VIII,       I|     directly, madame. I told the countess that I intended to search
48      X,      II|     prisoners my betrothed wife, Countess Themire Dealba, and my adopted
49      X,     III|       Hungary, together with the Countess Themire Dealba (alias Baroness