“Frank will be a brave soldier, Madame,” broke in Kate. “He is a Dalton.” “He must be true as well as brave. Fidelity is needed now as much as valor.” “And who will dare to question mine?” cried Frank; and then, as if impatient that he should have been led away from a dearer theme, he placed his arm within Kate's, and drew her towards the window. “I had so much to say to you, my dearest sister. I have been thinking of nothing but you--and--and--what you told me. I would break off this match----it is not too late--you are only betrothed.” “Oh, no, no, Frank; do not give me such counsels. I am pledged in word and bound in honor. I have taken a solemn vow.” “But you have been deceived,--I know you have; enough that I see such a woman as that your companion. I tell you again, you must break it off.” “I cannot,--I cannot!” “Then, by Heaven! I will do it myself. It surely is not for all the glitter of this state and pomp that you would sell your affections? These gauds have not corrupted you already? No, no, I read you better than that Listen to my plan, then,--do not leave this till you hear from me. If this lady--I do not know her name--insists on your departure, be as peremptory, and say that you wish to see your family first. You are not a slave, and cannot be coerced.” “I will hear no more of this, Frank; the very thought is maddening. No, no, Frank; if you would be my friend, teach me how to fulfil my duty, my sworn, pledged allegiance; do not seek to shake my faith, nor make me less resolute in honor.” “It is, then, as I feared,” cried he, passionately; “these cursed bribes _have_ bought you. Oh, it is not thus Nelly would have been won!” “I know it,--I know it well!” cried she, bursting into tears; “but I never was like _her_.” “But you were, and you are, dearest,” said he, kissing her forehead, “our own sweet Kate, that we were all so proud of. Oh, forgive me if I said what could hurt you, for I would pour out my heart's blood to serve or to save you.” There was a mournful emphasis on the last two words, which bespoke their deep meaning; and now, locked in each other's arms, they wept bitterly. “As the Field-Marshal von Auersberg has just ridden into the palace, his aide-de-camp ought probably to dry his tears and receive him,” said Madame de Heidendorf, as she sailed proudly out of the room. “You heard that, Kate?----you heard what she said _to me?_ Think, then, what kindness and sympathy she will feel for _you!_” said the boy, as he dashed his hand indignantly against his forehead. “Was I not right about these Russians?” “Come, Frank, let us go to Uncle Stephen,” said Kate, trying to smile and seem at ease; and hand-in-hand they descended the stairs together. The drawing-room into which they now entered was filled with officers of different arms of the service, among whom Count Dalton stood conspicuous, both from his size and the soldierlike character of a figure that not even old age seemed able to impair.