On hearing from Madame Clemenceau that Von Sendlingen was the chief of surveillance at the coterie, the dread that he was his rival in the contest for Cesarine, filled his cup to overflowing with disgust.

He had believed himself chief of the fraternity in France, and behold! another was set over him and probably reported that he neglected the business to pay court to a married woman.
He felt that he was lost and that his only chance to secure the beloved one was to step outside the circle which he knew would be the vortex of a whirlpool once war was proclaimed.
"You speak most timely," he answered gravely, when she said that she was ready; "I have been notified to transfer the funds to another, in such terms as would better suit a clerk than a gentleman--a noble intelligence officer.

That cursed major who learned the piano to be a means of torture to his fellow man! he has done it.

He loves you no longer, and he is my enemy since I looked at him being run away with, like a raw recruit, on his first troop-horse.

He will, believe me, be our destroyer unless we levant." Nothing was easier.