At last, in a particularly bright access of playfulness, he got hold of a large flint, and nearly put Phil's eye out with it,--Phil dodged it, and it flew straight at Duprez, splitting open his cheek in rather an unbecoming fashion--Don't look so horrified, Miss Gueldmar,--it is really nothing!" "Oh, but indeed it is something!" she said, with true womanly anxiety in her voice.

"Poor fellow! I am so sorry! Is he much hurt?
Does he suffer ?" "Pierre?
Oh, no, not a bit of it! He's as jolly as possible! We bandaged him up in a very artistic fashion; he looks quite interesting, I assure you.

His beauty's spoilt for a time, that's all.

Phil thought you might be alarmed when you saw us bringing home the wounded,--that is why I came on to tell you all about it." "But what can be the matter with Sigurd ?" asked the girl, raising her hand furtively to dash off a few tear-drops that still hung on her long lashes.

"And where is he ?" "Ah, that I can't tell you!" answered Lorimer.