You know quite a number of us in France have the greatest possible admiration for your national hero.

We know, of course, that he is an enemy of our Government--but, oh! we feel that he is not an enemy of France because of that.

We are a nation of heroes, too, monsieur," she added with a pretty, proud toss of the head; "we can appreciate bravery and resource, and we love the mystery that surrounds the personality of your Scarlet Pimpernel.

But since you know him, monsieur, tell me what is he like ?" Armand was smiling again.

He was yielding himself up wholly to the charm which emanated from this young girl's entire being, from her gaiety and her unaffectedness, her enthusiasm, and that obvious artistic temperament which caused her to feel every sensation with superlative keenness and thoroughness.
"What is he like ?" she insisted.
"That, mademoiselle," he replied, "I am not at liberty to tell you." "Not at liberty to tell me!" she exclaimed; "but monsieur, if I command you--" "At risk of falling forever under the ban of your displeasure, mademoiselle, I would still remain silent on that subject." She gazed on him with obvious astonishment.