This is what comes of getting into favor again." "Into favor ?" "Yes.

You smile.

Ah, my dear count, do you know why I have accepted this enterprise, can you guess ?" "Because your highness loves glory above--everything." "Oh! no; there is no glory in firing muskets at savages.

I see no glory in that, for my part, and it is more probable that I shall there meet with something else.

But I have wished, and still wish earnestly, my dear count, that my life should have that last _facet_, after all the whimsical exhibitions I have seen myself make during fifty years.