But, if you care indeed to do them a charity, a little wine, a little fruit, a few flowers (for there are those among them who love flowers), sent to the hospital, will bring many benedictions on your name, madame.

They lie in infinite misery there!" "I will remember," she said simply, while a thoughtful sadness passed over her brilliant face.

"Adieu, M.le Caporal; and if you should think better of your choice, and will allow your name to be mentioned by me to his Majesty, send me word through my people.

There is my card." The carriage whirled away down the crooked street.

He stood under the tawny awning of the Moorish house, with the thin, glazed card in his hand.