Féo

he put the paper down. Few came to see one whom the world had long forgotten. He anticipated some message from the theatre. Féo was ill in just such a cruelty as that would his destiny delight.

"Who is it who wants me? Where has the person come from? You know that I see nobody at this time."

The girl began to stammer her explanations; but she had made nothing of them when the stranger, whoever he was, stood suddenly in the doorway, and bowed with great deference to the astonished Berthier.

"You are Mr. Georges de Berthier," he said in English which betrayed but a charm of accent; "I am Captain Otto Lamberg, and I have come from Vienna to see you."

Berthier, amazed beyond expression, put on his glasses with maladroit fingers and stared awkwardly at his guest. He beheld a man whose dress was perfect, whose age apparently could not be less than thirty-five nor more than forty years, whose forehead was slightly bald, who wore an eyeglass, and carried a cane with a gold and ambe