I must trouble you to take the side gate,"-- and she indicated it by a nod of her head.
"Not if I know myself! I am not a fraudulent member of the German nobility--you have told me so yourself.

Your conscience is clear--I assure you mine is equally so! And I am not a person, Miss Claiborne, to sneak out by side gates--particularly when I came over the fence! It's a long way around anyhow--and I have a horse over there somewhere by the inn." "My brother--" "Is at Fort Myer, of course.

At about this hour they are having dress parade, and he is thoroughly occupied." "But--there is Monsieur Chauvenet.

He has nothing to do but amuse himself." They had reached the veranda steps, and she ran to the top and turned for a moment to look at him.

He still carried his hat and crop in one hand, and had dropped the other into the side pocket of his coat.