What would be the standing of the Englishman in Madrid who should cut in at the critical moment when the young King had been carried off, and rescue him and restore him to the Queen-mother at the instant of her agonised bereavement? It was a dizzying thought, and I am free to confess the prospect fascinated me. I sat turning it over and over as I smoked pipe after pipe, and the longer I thought the brighter glowed the one picture—the position of the man who saved King—and the colder grew the other—the duty of informing the Embassy of what I had learned. When I knocked the ashes out of my last pipe in the hour of dawn—for I sat thinking all through the night—I had made my decision. I would fight for my own hand. So far as Sarita was concerned, I would warn her of what I knew, and that the project must be abandoned from her side. If she persisted, then I would take my own measures to save her. In pursuance of this, I went to Madame Chansette’s on the following afternoon to see Sarita. She was frankly pleased to see me, and after a few minutes gave me herself the opening I wished. "I have made up my mind in regard to you, Ferdinand." She used my Christian name with the unconstrained freedom of relationship. "I will not have your help. You shall not be involved through me in any of these matters. If you can prevail in your way upon Sebastian Quesada to give up what he has taken from us, do so; but you shall not have him for an enemy on my account." "That is very nice and commonplace of you, Sarita," said I, with a smile. "I was not quite myself when you were here yesterday. You surprised me out of myself. I was excited, and talked wildly, and you must forget it all." "What a very charming day it is. Did you notice how blue the sky was at about ten o’clock?" "What do you mean?" she cried, looking at me in quick surprise. "Are you going to the Opera to-morrow? I hear that Vestacchia’s ballet is wonderfully good," I continued, in a dull, everyday tone. "By the way, I hear that the young Duke of Sempelona is likely to make a _mesalliance_." "What is all this rubbish?" "I thought we were to be commonplace, that’s all. I hear, too——" but she interrupted me now with a burst of laughter. "Ridiculous!" she cried. "As if you and I need talk of such things. I tell you I will not have your help." "Very well. I’ll pack it up and put it away in my trunks against the day it is needed. That is settled." "So you can be provoking, can you? I thought you were a serious Englishman, with a good deal of the man in you." "But you don’t want the man; and as I can play many parts, I brought with me the society dude in case he should be handy." "You are angry because I won’t let you interfere with my affairs, eh? So you have your pet little weaknesses, too." "Why don’t you care to speak of fashionable marriages? You mentioned one that was in the making when I was here last."