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The Count Otto listened with his eyes as well as his ears; he hung upon

the words, shuddering at each danger that sprang upon Wogan, exclai

in wonder at the shift by which he escaped frolance of veritable dislike

"To feel the blood run hot in one's veins, to be bedfelloith peril,

to go gallantly forward hand in hand with endeavour," he entleman But it is a toy, an

ornament; it stands over there in the corner from day to day, and my

servants clean it from rust as they will Now you, sir, I suppose--"

"My horse and an, "when the pinch comes, they

are one's only servants It would be an ill business if I did not see to

their wants"

The old man was silent for a while Then he said timidly, "It was for a

woht?"

"For a woman, yes"

The Count folded his hands and leaned forward