Without me, those two charming savages, so well suited to each other, Marsa and Andras Zilah, would never have met.

On what does happiness depend!" "On an invitation card engraved by Stern," laughed Jacquemin.

"But you have said too much, Baroness.

You must tell me the whole story.

Think what an article it would make: The Baroness's Matchmaking! The romance! Quick, the romance! The romance, or death!" "You have no idea how near you are to the truth, my dear Jacquemin: it is indeed a romance; and, what is more, a romantic romance.