"Ah! One sees that Madame Momoro must play an excellent game, though perhaps her son's youthfulness may not make him so formidable an antagonist. One sees instantly that Madame Momoro would do anything well—anything! In half an hour, if you understand, she told one more of the curious history of these extraordinary Stone Age mountaineers, the Kabyles, than one has been able to learn from all the guide-books. You have found the Kabyles doubly interesting in her company; one would know that without the asking."
Ogle was tempted to give him an honest opinion of the Kabyles, and so strong was his inclination that he might have yielded to it, at least in part, but he had no opportunity. A porter came in just then with better supplies of wood for the fire and behind him appeared Lady Broadfeather, who had replaced her outdoor wraps with a Cashmere shawl. Sir William graciously took it upon himself to present Ogle to her as "Mr. Uh, a young friend of Madame Momoro's son"; then Hyacinthe came in with his mother, bringing cards and counters.
The fire, more generously served under Mme. Momoro's direction, presently became rosy; and after a time Ogle felt warm enough to withdraw to a
