"The wicked young man was rude to me, and wanted to kiss me, and Monsieur Rupert knocked him down, and then they began to fight, and I ran away." Monsieur Dessin swore a very deep oath in French, and was about to hurry out with Colonel Holliday.

Then he stopped, and putting his hand on the colonel's shoulder, said coldly: "Do not let us hurry, sir.

Monsieur Rupert has taken the matter in his hands.

It is as well that he should kill this fellow as that I should have to do so." Just at this moment they reached the door, and a young man came running up to the house shouting: "Young Mr.Brownlow is killed.

Help! help!" "I think, Monsieur Dessin," Colonel Holliday said, stopping, "it would be as well if you and mademoiselle were for the present to leave us.