"I think, my dear," she rejoined, "that Count Larinski is the last of the heroes of romance--or, if you like better, the last of the troubadours; but I have no reason to believe him to be an adventurer." Mme.

de Lorcy could get nothing further from Princess Gulof; she had invited her to remain overnight; she got no pay for her hospitality.

The princess spent part of the night in reflecting and deliberating.

Samuel Brohl's insolent menace had produced some effect.

She sought to remember the exact purport of the two letters that formerly she had had the imprudence to write him from London, while he was fulfilling a business commission for her in Paris.