voice, manner. I stroked her cheek, it was as soft as my own, while her twin brother's was like sand-paper. When she went to catch a biscuit she made a 'lap,' as one does who wears a skirt, instead of bringing her knees together as a man does.… And what can I do for Mademoiselle Mikhail?"
"You can save her, Carmelita, from I don't know what dangers and horrors. She has been found out, and what her fate would be at the tender mercies of the authorities on the one hand, and of the men on the other, one does not like to think. The very least that could happen to her is to be turned into the streets of Sidi-bel-Abbès."
"Do the officers know yet?" asked Carmelita. "Who does know? Who found her out?"
"Luigi Rivoli found her out," replied John Bull.
"And sent her to me?" asked Carmelita. "I am glad he …"
"He did not send her to you," interrupted the Englishman gravely.
"What did he do?" asked Carmelita quickly.
"I will tell you what he did, Carmelita, as kindly as I can.… He forgot he was a soldier, Carmelita; he forgot he was an honest man; he forgot he was your—er—fidanzato, your sposo, Carmelita.…"
Carmelita went very white.
"Tell me, Signor," she said quickly. "Did you have to protect this Russian wretch from Luigi?"
"I did," was the reply. "Why do you speak contemptuously of the girl? She is as innocent as—as innocent as you are, Carmelita."
"I hate her," hissed Carmelita.… "Did Luigi kiss her? What happened? Did he …?"
