No one need know of it but you and I, and His excellency, the Viceroy.

As for Hugh Johnstone, he is simply capable of anything.

I told the Viceroy's aid, Anstruther, so.

And I'll be damned glad to get Johnstone out of my bailiwick, that I will." With which vigorous "flea in the ear," General Willoughby dismissed his startled comrade to the society of his crafty old host.

And, that night, strange dreams of unrest haunted the "modern Major General" in the marble house, while singularly gloomy misgivings weighed down the brave-hearted Berthe Louison, now heart-hungry for a sight of the doubly beloved child of the dead lady of Jitomir.