Isn't it so ?" "So much, sir, you might guess from what we've said." "Ay, ay, I claim no powers of divination.

Yet I'll guess a little more.
On being admitted to the presence of the Ambassador, he would relate the sad fate of his master, and would then deliver his message, and that message would be----" I drew my chair forward between them and laid a finger on the arm of each.

"That message," said I, "would be just like this--and indeed it's very simple, and seems devoid of all rational meaning: _Je viens_." They started.

"_Tu viens._" They gaped.

"_Il vient_," I cried triumphantly, and their chairs shot back as they sprang to their feet, astonishment vivid on their faces.