Leoline does not care a snap far you--and she loves me." "What extraordinary bad taste!" said the count, thoughtfully.

"Did she tell you that ?" "Yes; she did tell me this, and a great deal more.

Come--have done talking, and tell me where she is, or I'll--" "Oh, no, you wouldn't!" said the count, teasingly.

"Since matters stand in this light I'll tell you what I'll do.

I acknowledge that I carried off Leoline, viewing her as my promised bride, and have sent her to my own home in the care of a trusty messenger, where I give you my word of honor, I have not been since.