"If you please, I will send your cards in with my own. As I am known to the senora, it may insure you a speedier audience." "We thank you very much," said Ishmael, placing his own and the judge's cards in the hands of the consul, who alighted, went up the marble steps to the front door, and rang. A footman opened the door, took in the cards, and after a few moments returned. "The countess will see the senors," was the message that the consul smilingly brought back to his friends in the carriage. Then all alighted and went into the house. The same footman, a jet black young negro, in gorgeous livery of purple and gold, led them into a small, elegantly furnished reception room, where, seated on a sofa, and toying with a fan, was one of the loveliest little dark-eyed Creoles that ever was seen. She did not rise, but extended her hand with a graceful gesture and gracious smile to welcome her visitors. Tourneysee advanced, with a deep and reverential bow, that would have done honor to the gravest and most courteous hidalgo of that grave and courteous people. "Senora," he said, with great formality, "I have the honor to present to your ladyship Chief Justice Merlin, of the United States Supreme Court. Judge Merlin, the Countess de la Santa Cruz." The judge made a profound bow, which the lady acknowledged by a gracious bend of the head. With the same serious and stately formality, which was certainly not natural to the young Marylander, but which was assumed, in deference to the grave character of Spanish etiquette, Mr. Tourneysee next presented: "Mr. Worth, of the Washington bar." The low obeisance of this visitor was received with even a more gracious smile than had been vouchsafed to that of the judge. When they were seated, in accordance with the lady's invitation, the conversation turned upon the ordinary topics of the day: the weather; the opera; the last drawing room at the Government Palace; the new Captain General and his beautiful bride, etc., etc., etc. The judge fidgeted; Ishmael was impatient; the consul perplexed. It was necessary to speak of the affair that brought them there. Yet how was it possible without offense to introduce any topic of business in that bower of beauty, to that indolent Venus, whose only occupation was to toy with her fan; whose only conversation was of sunshine, flowers, music, balls, and brides? Clearly neither the judge nor the consul had the courage to obtrude any serious subject upon her. The disagreeable task was at length assumed by Ishmael, who never permitted himself to shrink from a duty merely because it was an unpleasant one. Taking advantage, therefore, of a break in the conversation, he turned to the lady and, speaking with grave courtesy, said: "Will the senora pardon me for beseeching her attention to an affair of great moment which has brought us to her presence?"