"The Marshal's wife has been chattering to Duke Herman, and he has been breathing fire and fury against us both."
"He is quite welcome," answered Philip.
"But the King will hear it all," sighed the negro. "This very night I may be arrested and carried to a dungeon; I'll sooner hang myself."
"No need of that," said Philip.
"What! am I to be made infamous for my whole life? I am lost, I tell you. The Duke will demand entire satisfaction. His back is black and blue yet with the marks of the cudgelling I gave him. I am lost, and the baker's daughter too! I'll jump from the bridge and drown myself at once!"
"God forbid!" answered Philip; "what have you and the baker's daughter to do with it?"
"Your Royal Highness banters me, and I am in despair!—I humbly beseech you to give me two minutes' private conversation."
Philip followed the negro into a small boudoir dimly lighted up with a few candles. The negro threw himself on a sofa, quite overcome, and groaned aloud. Philip found some sandwiches and wine on the table, and helped himself with great relish.
"I wonder your Royal Highness can be so cool on hearing this cursed story. If that rascally Salmoni was here who acted the conjurer, he might save us by some contrivance, for the
