Don't hesitate to take one; you can return it to-morrow or next day." Dorothea being his only audience, he beamed a look on her which said: "They come to us in a hurry, these prisoners--no time to collect a wardrobe; but I think of these little things." "Rest assured, sir, I will turn up my coat-collar," said Raoul; and Dorothea could see him, a moment later, shaking his head good- naturedly, though the Commissary still protested.
Dorothea, left to herself, watched them examining and discussing the panel of Bacchus and Ariadne.

The orchestra started another _contre- danse_, but no partner approached to claim her.

The dance began.

It was the "Dashing White Sergeant," and one exuberant couple threatened to tread upon her toes.

She stood up and, for lack of anything better to do, began to study the panel behind her.
A moment later her hand went up to her throat.
It was the panel on which M.Raoul had sketched an imaginary board with his thumb-nail--the Garden of the Hesperides.