The governor was greatly mystified.

That the marquis should still call the Chevalier by his former title of count added to this mystery.

Since when did fathers set out for sons of the left hand?
He soon gave up the riddle, confident that the marquis himself would solve it for him.
The marquis rose before sundown and with the assistance of his aged valet made his toilet.

He was dressed in black satin, with white lace ruffles, and across his breast he flung the ribbon of the Chevalier of the Order, in honor of the governor's attentions.

Presently, from his window he saw the figure of a woman--young and slender; doubtless some relative of the governor's.