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.