I saw him riding and cheering his men on when he must have had at least half a dozen wounds in his body.

You will pardon me, Duchess?
I see that my party are waiting." The General hurried away.

The Duchess shut up her lorgnettes with a snap, and held out her hand to a newcomer who had come from behind the palms.
"My dear Prince," she exclaimed, "this is charming of you! Some one told me that you were not well,--our wretched climate, of course--and I was so afraid, every moment, that we should receive your excuses." The newcomer, who was bowing over her hand, was of medium height or a trifle less, dark, and dressed with the quiet exactness of an English gentleman.

Only a slight narrowness of the eyes and a greater alertness of movement seemed to distinguish him in any way, as regards nationality, from the men by whom he was surrounded.

His voice, when he spoke, contained no trace of accent.