Do you understand ?" "Ah!" ejaculated Marsa, with an icy chill in her veins.
"That is my opinion," continued Yanski, harshly.

"He is wounded.

It remains with you to decide whether the bullet be mortal or not." Varhely's response must have had great weight in Marsa Laszlo's reflections, full of anguish, fever, revolt and despair as they were, during the few weeks preceding the day upon which she had promised to tell Prince Andras if she would consent to become his wife or not.

It was a yes, almost as curt as another refusal, which fell at last from the lips of the Tzigana.

But the Prince was not cool enough to analyze an intonation.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "I have suffered so much during these weeks of doubt; but this happiness makes amends for all." "Do you know what Varhely said to me ?" asked Marsa.
"Yes, I know." "Well, since the Zilahs treat their love-affairs as they do their duels, and risk their whole existence, so be it! I accept.