"Will the boy do it to-night, then, chevalier ?" "Perhaps," he made reply.

"He is still dressed for it.

Look, here he comes now, monsieur, and my wife, and some of our good friends with him.
Ah, they are so interested, they are anxious to hear what report you make upon Nero's condition." Cleek glanced round.

Several members of the company were advancing towards them from the "living-tent." In the lead was the boy, a little fellow of about twelve years of age, fancifully dressed in tights and tunic.

By his side was his stepmother, looking pale and anxious.