"Indeed, that was terrible," said Ma'm'selle Le Ray. "You must have been afraid."
"Yes," said she, smiling, "afraid he wouldn't. They were a good-looking lot."
"I do not think he was speaking of you at all," said the baroness. "He was looking at me when—"
"Ciel!" exclaimed Louison, laughing. "That is why they turned suddenly and fled into the fields."
I fled, too,—perhaps as suddenly as the Britishers,—to save myself the disgrace of laughter.
The great clock in the hall above-stairs tolled the hour of two. The ladies had all gone to bed save the baroness. The butler had started upstairs, a candelabrum in his hand. Following him were the count and Mr. Parish, supporting the general between them. The able soldier had overrated his capacity. All had risen to go to their rooms. Of a sudden we were startled by a loud rap on the front door. A servant opened it, and immediately I heard the familiar voice of D'ri.
"Is they anybody here by the name o' Mister Bell?" he asked
