We have both been very near to our destruction, but it has pleased God to save us." "By you," said Saracinesca, very solemnly.

He knew that within six hours he might be lying dead upon some plot of wet grass without the city, and he grew very grave, after the manner of brave men when death is abroad.
"You have saved my soul to-night," he said earnestly.

"Will you give me your blessing and whole forgiveness?
Do not laugh at me, nor think me foolish.

The blessing of such women as you should make men braver and better." The gallery was again deserted.

The cotillon had begun, and those who were not dancing were at supper.