I shall be easily found," committing himself to
nothing. "I suppose you are a person of importance in affairs."
"It is not unlikely. I see that you love adventure for its own
sake, for you have not asked me if it be the duchy or the
kingdom. Adieu, Monsieur," with a careless wave of the gray-
gloved hand. "Adieu!"
He took his dismissal heroically and shot a final glance at the
approaching soldier. His brows came together.
"Where," he murmured, "have I seen that picturesque countenance
before? Not in Europe; but where?" He caught the arm of a
passing gendarme. "Who is that gentleman in fatigue uniform,
coming this way?"
"That, Monsieur," answered the gendarme in tones not unmixed
with awe, "is Colonel Beauvais of the royal cuirassiers."
"Thanks. . . . Beauvais; I do not remember the name. Truly I
have had experiences to-day. And for what house is Mademoiselle
of the Veil? Ravens? War? `Voici le sabre de mon pyre!'" and
with a gay laugh he went his way.
Meanwhile Colonel Beauvais arrived at the table, tipped his hat
to the Veil, who rose and laid a hand on his arm. He guided her
through the pressing crowds.
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