Volume 2, Chapter 36: The Carnival at Rome

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠When Franz recovered his senses, he saw Albert drinking a glass of water, of which, to judge from his pallor, he stood in great need; and the count, who was assuming his masquerade costume. He glanced mechanically towards the piazza—the scene was wholly changed; scaffold, executioners, victims, all had disappeared; only the people remained, full of noise and excitement. The bell of Monte Citorio,