"The ball came
close to my ear, that was all. It is strange how that fellow got
away. I am positive that I hit him."
"We shall find him," said the Marshal, with a look at the newly-
appointed Colonel which said: "Your straps hang in the balance."
He rubbed his nose. "Well, is your Royal Highness satisfied that
there is no danger?"
"Yes, Marshal; but think, if he should have been killed! Ah,
what does it all mean? What had this man against me, who have
always been kind to him?"
"We shall, with your Highness's permission," said the Marshal,
"leave all questions to the future. Let us return to the
archbishop, who is doubtless awaiting the news. Take good care
of yourself, Captain. To-morrow, Colonel; good evening to you,
Monsieur Carewe;" and the terse old soldier proceeded to the
door and held it open for the women.
"Good night, Messieurs," said her Highness. "I shall not forget.
Thanks to you, Captain." One more glance, and she was gone. But
this glance blossomed in one heart into a flower of hope.
The Marshal, having closed the door behind the women, returned
to the group before the fireplace.
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