The strife had fairly begun, and the recollection of what they had seen half an hour before was gradually effaced from the young men's minds, so much were they occupied by the gay and glittering procession they now beheld.As for the Count of Monte Cristo, he had never for an instant shown any appearance of having been moved.Imagine the large and splendid Corso, bordered from one end to the other with lofty palaces, with their balconies hung with carpets, and their windows with flags.At these balconies are three hundred thousand spectators -- Romans, Italians, strangers from all parts of the world, the united aristocracy of birth, wealth, and genius.Lovely women, yielding to the influence of the scene, bend over their balconies, or lean from their windows, and shower down confetti, which are returned by bouquets; the air seems darkened with the falling confetti and flying flowers.In the streets the lively crowd is dressed in the most fantastic costumes --gigantic cabbages walk gravely about, buffaloes' heads below from men's shoulders, dogs walk on their hind legs; in the midst of all this a mask is lifted, and, as in Callot's Temptation of St.Anthony, a lovely face is exhibited, which we would fain follow, but from which we are separated by troops of fiends.This will give a faint idea of the Carnival at Rome.At the second turn the Count stopped the carriage, and requested permission to withdraw, leaving the vehicle at their disposal.Franz looked up -- they were opposite the Rospoli Palace.At the centre window, the one hung with white damask with a red cross, was a blue domino, beneath which Franz's imagination easily pictured the beautiful Greek of the Argentina."Gentlemen," said the count, springing out, "when you are tired of being actors, and wish to become spectators of this scene, you know you have places at my windows.In the meantime, dispose of my coachman, my carriage, and my servants." We have forgotten to mention, that the count's coachman was attired in a bear-skin, exactly resembling Odry's in "The Bear and the Pasha;" and the two footmen behind were dressed up as green monkeys, with spring masks, with which they made grimaces at every one who passed.Franz thanked the count for his attention.As for Albert, he was busily occupied throwing bouquets at a carriage full of Roman peasants that was passing near him.Unfortunately for him, the line of carriages moved on again, and while he descended the Piazza del Popolo, the other ascended towards the Palazzo di Venezia."Ah, my dear fellow," said he to Franz; "you did not see?""What?"
"There, -- that calash filled with Roman peasants.""No."
"Well, I am convinced they are all charming women.""How unfortunate that you were masked, Albert," said Franz;"here was an opportunity of making up for past disappointments.""Oh," replied he, half laughing, half serious; "I hope the Carnival will not pass without some amends in one shape or the other."But, in spite of Albert's hope, the day passed unmarked by any incident, excepting two or three encounters with the carriage full of Roman peasants.At one of these encounters, accidentally or purposely, Albert's mask fell off.He instantly rose and cast the remainder of the bouquets into the carriage.Doubtless one of the charming females Albert had detected beneath their coquettish disguise was touched by his gallantry; for, as the carriage of the two friends passed her, she threw a bunch of violets.Albert seized it, and as Franz had no reason to suppose it was meant for him, he suffered Albert to retain it.Albert placed it in his button-hole, and the carriage went triumphantly on.
