"My dear Frankenstein," exclaimed he, "how glad I am to see you! How fortunate that you should be here at the very moment of my alighting!"

The present season was indeed divine; the flowers of spring bloomed in the hedges, while those of summer were already in bud.

"D—n the fellow!" cried he; "why, M. Clerval, I assure you he has outstript us all."

My own spirits were high, and I bounded along with feelings of unbridled joy and hilarity.