The insolent, petty, provincial Seigneur! "Monsieur De la Riviere," she returned, with cold dignity, "you cannot live long enough to atone for that impertinence." "I beg your pardon, madame," he returned earnestly, awed by the look in her face; for she was thoroughly aroused.

"I came to stop a filibustering expedition, to save the credit of the place where I was born, where my people have lived for generations." She made a quick, deprecatory gesture.

"You saw me enter here," she said, "and you thought to discover treason of some kind--Heaven knows what a mind like yours may imagine! You find me giving better counsel to His Highness than you could ever hope to give--out of a better heart and from a better understanding.

You have been worse than intrusive; you have been rash and stupid.

You call His Highness filibuster and impostor.