Morning dawned long ere he sought his couch.
Early the next day he made his report to the Eletto before the assembled council of war, and when it broke up, approached Navarrete, saying, in so loud a tone that no one could fail to hear: "I congratulate you on your new sweetheart." "With good reason," replied the Eletto.

"Wait a little while, and I'll wager that you'll congratulate me more sincerely than you do to-day." The offers from Brussels had again proved unacceptable.

It was necessary now to act, and the insurgent commander profited by the time at his disposal.

It seemed as if "power" doubled his elasticity and energy.

It was so delightful, after the march, the council of war, and the day's work were over, to rest with his mother, listen to her, and open his own heart.