AN ENFORCED INTERVIEW _En, garde, Messieurs_! And if my hand is hard, Remember I've been buffeting at will; I am a whit impatient, and 'tis ill To cross a hungry dog.

_Messieurs, en garde_.
-- W.

Lindsey.
"Monsieur Chauvenet!" Armitage uncovered smilingly.

Chauvenet stared mutely as Armitage paused with his back to the Claiborne gate.

Chauvenet was dressed with his usual care, and wore the latest carnation in the lapel of his top-coat.