another matter, and, raising my voice, I called, "Varvilliers! Where are you, Varvilliers?"
"I am not Varvilliers, but here I am," came in answer from across the terrace.
"Wetter!" I whispered, running down the steps and over to where he stood. "What brings you here?"
"I couldn't sleep. I saw your lights and I rowed across. I've been here for an hour."
"You should have come in."
"No. I have been very well here, in the fringe of the trees."
"You have had your scene?"
"No; he would not sleep after dinner. Early to-morrow! And then I go. Enough of that. I have seen your Princess."
"You have? Wetter, I am in love with her. Tell me where she went. She has suddenly become all that I want. I have suddenly become all that I ought to be. Tell me where she is, Wetter!"
"It is not your Princess; it is the dance, the wine, the night."
"By God, I don't care what it is."
"Well, then, she's with Varvilliers, at the end of the terrace, I imagine; for they passed by here as I lay in my hole watching."
"But he would have heard my cry."
"It depends upon what other sounds were in his ears. They seemed very happy together."
I saw that he rallied me. I smiled, answering:
"I'm not in the mood for another duel."
He shrugged his shoulders, and then caught me by the hand.
"Come, let's slink along," he said. "We may get a sight of them."
