In the evening we walked through the gardens, in which we happened to meet the ducal family and suite. According to the etiquette of the French court, Madame de France was the first to curtsy to Henriette, without stopping. My eyes fell upon a gentleman walking by the side of Don Louis, who was looking at my friend very attentively. A few minutes after, as we were retracing our steps, we came across the same gentleman who, after bowing respectfully to us, took Dubois aside. They conversed together for a quarter of an hour, following us all the time, and we were passing out of the gardens, when the gentleman, coming forward, and politely apologizing to me, asked Henriette whether he had the honour to be known to her. "I do not recollect having ever had the honour of seeing you before." "That is enough, madam, and I entreat you to forgive me." Dubois informed us that the gentleman was the intimate friend of the Infante Don Louis, and that, believing he knew madam, he had begged to be introduced. Dubois had answered that her name was D'Arci, and that, if he was known to the lady, he required no introduction. M. d'Antoine said that the name of D'Arci was unknown to him, and that he was afraid of making a mistake. "In that state of doubt," added Dubois, "and wishing to clear it, he introduced himself, but now he must see that he was mistaken." After supper, Henriette appeared anxious. I asked her whether she had only pretended not to know M. d'Antoine. "No, dearest, I can assure you. I know his name which belongs to an illustrious family of Provence, but I have never seen him before." "Perhaps he may know you?" "He might have seen me, but I am certain that he never spoke to me, or I would have recollected him." "That meeting causes me great anxiety, and it seems to have troubled you." "I confess it has disturbed my mind." "Let us leave Parma at once and proceed to Genoa. We will go to Venice as soon as my affairs there are settled." "Yes, my dear friend, we shall then feel more comfortable. But I do not think we need be in any hurry." We returned to Parma, and two days afterwards my servant handed me a letter, saying that the footman who had brought it was waiting in the ante-room. "This letter," I said to Henriette, "troubles me." She took it, and after she had read it--she gave it back to me, saying, "I think M. d'Antoine is a man of honour, and I hope that we may have nothing to fear." The letter ran as, follows: "Either at your hotel or at my residence, or at any other place you may wish to appoint, I entreat you, sir, to give me an opportunity of conversing with you on a subject which must be of the greatest importance to you. "I have the honour to be, etc. "D'ANTOINE." It was addressed M. Farusi. "I think I must see him," I said, "but where?" "Neither here nor at his residence, but in the ducal gardens. Your answer must name only the place and the hour of the meeting."