He is ill; I fear he can not sleep.

I know how intent he is on meeting you.

I beg you to oblige an old, a dying man!" "And you, Monsieur," she mocked at me from beyond the curtain, "are intent only on getting rid of me.

Are you not adventurer enough to forget that other woman for one night ?" In her hands--those of a mysterious foreign woman--I had placed this little trinket which I had got among the western tribes for Elisabeth--a woman of my own people--the woman to whom my pledge had been given, not for return on any morrow.

I made no answer, excepting to walk up and down the floor.
At last she came out from between the curtains, garbed more suitably for the errand which was now before us.