And, indeed, while he was still laughing the Chevalier caught him by the arm as a friend might do, and in an outburst of confidence, very rare with him, he said, "I would that I could laugh so.

You and Whittington, I do envy you.

An honest laugh, there's the purge for melancholy.

But I cannot compass it," and he turned away.
"Sure, sir, you'll put us all to shame when I bring her Royal Highness out of Innspruck." "Oh, that!" said the Chevalier, as though for the moment he had forgotten.

"It is impossible," and the phrase was spoken now in an accent of hesitation.