If, as I suppose, you refer to the 'Pont de Lodi,' that is a totally different work of art." "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." "And I don't intend that you shall." He cut a small strip of braid from his coat, inserted it for a bookmarker, and began to fold away the excised pages.

"That's why I am keeping these back for my own perusal, and perhaps Corporal Zeally's." "Do you know him ?" She reached up to take the book he was holding out in his left hand, and the next instant his right arm was round her neck and he had kissed her full on the lips.

"Oh, you wretch!" she cried, breaking free; and laughed, next moment, as he nearly toppled off the gate.
"Know him?
Why of course I do." M.Raoul was reseating himself on his perch, when he happened to throw a look down into the road, and at once broke into immoderate laughter.

"Talk of the wolf--" Polly screamed and ran.

Below, at a bend of the road, stood a stoutish figure in the uniform of the Axcester Volunteers--scarlet, with white facings.