The little Chevalier made a formal bow, and hastened to say that he was not at all hurt.

With a droll composure he offered snuff to the officer, who declined politely.

Turning to the window where the girl stood, the new-comer saluted with confident gallantry.
"Why, it's little Guida Landresse!" he said under his breath--"I'd know her anywhere.

Death and Beauty, what a face!" Then he turned to Ranulph in recognition.
"Ranulph Delagarde, eh ?" said he good-humouredly.

"You've forgotten me, I see.