The French correspondent was named Alcide Jolivet. Harry Blount was the name of the Englishman. They had just met for the first time at this fête in the New Palace, of which they had been ordered to give an account in their papers. The dissimilarity of their characters, added to a certain amount of jealousy, which generally exists between rivals in the same calling, might have rendered them but little sympathetic. However, they did not avoid each other, but endeavored rather to exchange with each other the chat of the day. They were sportsmen, after all, hunting on the same ground. That which one missed might be advantageously secured by the other, and it was to their interest to meet and converse. This evening they were both on the look out; they felt, in fact, that there was something in the air. “Even should it be only a wildgoose chase,” said Alcide Jolivet to himself, “it may be worth powder and shot.” The two correspondents therefore began by cautiously sounding each other. “Really, my dear sir, this little fête is charming!” said Alcide Jolivet pleasantly, thinking himself obliged to begin the conversation with this eminently French phrase. “I have telegraphed already, ‘splendid!’” replied Harry Blount calmly, employing the word specially devoted to expressing admiration by all subjects of the United Kingdom. “Nevertheless,” added Alcide Jolivet, “I felt compelled to remark to my cousin--” “Your cousin?” repeated Harry Blount in a tone of surprise, interrupting his brother of the pen. “Yes,” returned Alcide Jolivet, “my cousin Madeleine. It is with her that I correspond, and she likes to be quickly and well informed, does my cousin. I therefore remarked to her that, during this fête, a sort of cloud had appeared to overshadow the sovereign’s brow.” “To me, it seemed radiant,” replied Harry Blount, who perhaps, wished to conceal his real opinion on this topic. “And, naturally, you made it ‘radiant,’ in the columns of the Daily Telegraph.” “Exactly.” “Do you remember, Mr. Blount, what occurred at Zakret in 1812?” “I remember it as well as if I had been there, sir,” replied the English correspondent. “Then,” continued Alcide Jolivet, “you know that, in the middle of a fête given in his honor, it was announced to the Emperor Alexander that Napoleon had just crossed the Niemen with the vanguard of the French army. Nevertheless the Emperor did not leave the fête, and notwithstanding the extreme gravity of intelligence which might cost him his empire, he did not allow himself to show more uneasiness.” “Than our host exhibited when General Kissoff informed him that the telegraphic wires had just been cut between the frontier and the government of Irkutsk.” “Ah! you are aware of that?” “I am!” “As regards myself, it would be difficult to avoid knowing it, since my last telegram reached Udinsk,” observed Alcide Jolivet, with some satisfaction.