Adalinda had heard of the arrival of Count Eboli, and entered, resplendent in youth and happiness.  She turned quickly towards him who resembled most the person she expected to see; when a well-known voice pronounced her name, and she gazed aghast on the double appearance of the lover.  Her father, taking her hand, briefly explained the mystery, and bade her assure herself which was her affianced husband.
    "Signorina," said Ferdinand, "disdain me not because I appear before you thus in disgrace and misery.  Your love, your goodness will restore me to prosperity and happiness."
    "I know not by what means," said the wondering girl, "but surely you are Count Eboli."
    "Adalinda," said the rival youth, "waste not your words on a villain.  Lovely and deceived one, I trust, trembling I say it, that I can with one word assure you that I am Eboli. 
    "Adalinda," said Ferdinand, "I placed the nuptial ring on your finger; before God your vows were given to me." (Tales and Stories, Shelley, 1891).