Whoever loves a fight, first and last, will like the Baroness Orczy's latest story, The Laughing Cavalier, for all the male characters, good, bad, and indifferent, are fighting hard when they are not making love. This is supposed to be the adventure of an ancestor of the Scarlet Pimpernel; but whether it is or not is of small moment. What counts is that there is a desperate villain who abducts the lovely daughter of a rich Haarlem merchant and a gallant swordsman who always comes to the maid's rescue in the nick of time.
"I was safe there," he said, "but I could not rest. I came back a few days ago, thinking I could help my brother to escape. Bah!" he added roughly, "he is a snivelling coward...."
"Hush! for pity's sake," she exclaimed, "some one will hear you."
"Close that window and lock the door," he murmured hoarsely. "I am spent--and could not resist a child if it chose to drag me at this moment to the Stadtholder's spies."
Gilda obeyed him mechanically. First she closed the window; then she went to the door listening against the panel with all her senses on the alert. At the further end of the passage was the living-room where her father must still be sitting after his supper, poring over a book on horticulture, or mayhap attending to his tulip bulbs. If he knew that the would-be murderer of the Stadtholder, the prime mover and instigator of the dastardly plot was here in his house, in his daughter's chamber ... Gilda shuddered, half-fainting with terror, and her trembling fingers