Tell Donna Anna, my adored betrothed, that I would fain lead her to the altar early to-morrow morning, for the d'Avennes are influential and the following day my safety will perhaps be imperilled.

As for the rest, I hope I may be permitted to rely upon the fairness and generosity of my patroness." Van Hout flung the letter on the table, exclaiming "See, what a dainty hand the bravo writes.

And, Jove's thunder, the lady to whom this plotted murder was to have been sent, is doubtless the mother of the unfortunate marquis, whom the Spanish assassin slew." "Yes, Herr Van Hout," said Belotti, "I can confirm your supposition.

The marquise was the wife of the man, who broke his plighted faith to the young Fraulein Van Hoogstraten.

She, who lies there, saw many suns rise and set, ere her vengeance ripened." "Throw the scrawl into the fire!" cried Van Hout impetuously.
"No," replied Peter.