Seating himself at the table replenished by the careful Perigord, he speedily swept it as clean as the first comer.
"Some wine, my brave Perigord," said the graceful young musketeer, as soon as he could find utterance.
Perigord brought three dozen of Charlevoix.

The young man emptied them almost at a draught.
"By-by, Perigord," he said lightly, waving his hand, as, preceding the astonished landlord, he slowly withdrew.
"But, your highness,--the bill," said the astounded Perigord.
"Ah, the bill.

Charge it!" "To whom ?" "The Queen!" "What, Madame ?" "The same.

Adieu, my good Perigord." And the graceful stranger rode away.

An interval of quiet succeeded, in which the innkeeper gazed wofully at his wife.