be an excellent idea to consult the lady herself? We would neither of us, I am sure, wish to override her own inclinations."
Nothing could be more satisfactory. You can imagine how quickly I grasped at so simple a solution. In ten minutes she was before us, a most stately dame, with her grey curls peeping out from under her mantilla. Her face was as yellow as though it reflected the countless doubloons of her treasury.
"This gentleman," said the Marshal, "is exceedingly anxious to convey you to a place where you will never see us more. It is for you to decide whether you would wish to go with him, or whether you prefer to remain with me."
She was at his horse's side in an instant. "My own Alexis," she cried, "nothing can ever part us."
He looked at me with a sneer upon his handsome face.
"By the way, you made a small slip of the tongue, my dear Colonel," said he. "Except by courtesy, no such person exists as the Dowager Countess of La Ronda. The lady whom I have the honour to present to you is my very dear wife, Mrs. Alexis Morgan—or shall I say Madame la Marèchale Millefleurs?"
It was at this moment that I came to the conclusion that I was dealing with the cleverest,
