"Ah, it is beautiful, monsieur," she cried; "and what creature is it?
and where did it come from ?" "It is a black fox.

I shot it myself last fall up near the Iroquois villages at Lake Oneida." She pressed it to her cheek, her white face showing up like marble against its absolute blackness.

"I am sorry my father is not here to welcome you, monsieur," she said; "but I do so very heartily in his place.

Your room is above.

Pierre will show you to it, if you wish." "My room?
For what ?" "Why, monsieur, to sleep in!" "And must I sleep in a room ?" De Catinat laughed at the gloomy face of the American.
"You shall not sleep there if you do not wish," said he.
The other brightened at once and stepped across to the further window, which looked down upon the court-yard.