Dick sat for a moment surprised at this unexpected turn. The lady's anxiety about her brother he could see was not feigned. So he concealed his disappointment, and in his most engaging manner informed her that he had not seen her brother; but if she could tell him his name, and the place where he was living, he might be able to tell something about him. [Illustration: The Young Hussar.] "His name," sighed the lady, "is Giulio Fanti." "And the place?" "Rio Janeiro." "Rio Janeiro?" "Yes," said the lady, slowly. Dick was in despair. Not to know any thing of her brother would make her think him stupid. So he attempted to explain: "America," he began, "is a very large country--larger, in fact, than the whole Kingdom of Naples. It is principally inhabited by savages, who are very hostile to the whites. The whites have a few cities, however. In the North the whites all speak English. In the South they all speak Spanish. The South Americans are good Catholics, and respect the Holy Father; but the English in the North are all heretics. Consequently there is scarcely any communication between the two districts." The lady had heard somewhere that in the American wars they employed the savages to assist them. Dick acknowledged the truth of this with candor, but with pain. She would see by this why he was unable to tell her any thing about her brother. His not knowing that brother was now the chief sorrow of his life. The lady earnestly hoped that Rio Janeiro was well protected from the savages. "Oh, perfectly so. The fortifications of that city are impregnable." Dick thus endeavored to give the lady an idea of America. The conversation gradually tapered down until the entrance of a gentleman brought it to a close. Dick bowed himself out. "At any rate," he murmured, "if the lady wanted to inspect me she had a chance, and if she wanted to pump me she ought to be satisfied." *** One evening Buttons and Dick came in and found a stranger chatting familiarly with the landlord and a young hussar. The stranger was dressed like a cavalry officer, and was the most astounding fop that the two Americans had ever seen. He paced up and down, head erect, chest thrown out, sabre clanking, spurs jingling, eyes sparkling, ineffable smile. He strode up to the two youths, spun round on one heel, bowed to the ground, waved his hand patronizingly, and welcomed them in. "A charming night, gallant gentlemen. A bewitching night. All Naples is alive. All the world is going. Are you?" The young men stared, and coldly asked where? "Ha, ha, ha!" A merry peal of laughter rang out. "Absolutely--if the young Americans are not stupid. They don't know me!" "Dolores!" exclaimed Buttons. "Yes," exclaimed the other. "How do you like me? Am I natural?--eh? military? Do I look terrible?" And Dolores skipped up and down with a strut beyond description, breathing hard and frowning. "If you look so fierce you will frighten us away," said Buttons.