By his side, with a merry clashing of steel and jingling of spurs, there walked a handsome young hussar--the same to whom the charge of the prisoner had been committed upon the night before.

Sibylle never hesitated for an instant, but, with a set face and blazing eyes, she swept towards them.
'Father,' said she, 'what have you done with Lucien ?' I saw his impassive face wince for a moment before the passionate hatred and contempt which he read in her eyes.

'We will discuss this at some future time,' said he.
'I will know here and now,' she cried.

'What have you done with Lucien ?' 'Gentlemen,' said he, turning to the young hussar and me,' I am sorry that we should intrude our little domestic differences upon your attention.

You will, I am sure, make allowances, lieutenant, when I tell you that your prisoner of last night was a very dear friend of my daughter's.