"You understand the rest. Not wishing to quit Panola without thanking you, and also wishing to see about that little matter which I mentioned to you this morning, we came on here. And now," he added to Stephano, with the air of a man who has no time to lose, "I must thank you most warmly for all you have done for me." There was such a tone of kindness in these words that Stephano could do nothing but grasp his hand cordially in return. "Anyone else?" cried the effusive officer, looking quickly round. "You have a father, a mother, a wife, perhaps? Where are they? This noble old man must be your father," and upon Stephano's making an affirmative sign he grasped the old man's hand, and wrung it with force. "Are there no ladies in your family?" asked Dulaurier with a gallant air. It was then that in spite of Rosita's efforts to avoid his attention he caught sight of her as she hid behind Don Pedro's high-backed chair. "Ah! here is one!" he said, without recognising his betrothed. He stepped forward towards her. "Most amiable senora," he began politely, "permit me----" He paused, gazing with stupefied eyes upon the young girl, and then made a sign to his soldiers to leave them. "Good Heavens!" he exclaimed, "if I am not deceived it is Rosita, my pretty _fiancée_!" "You are right; it is I, Monsieur Dulaurier," faltered the young girl. The light of happiness vanished from all the faces in the room except the lieutenant's. "You can easily understand, my pretty one, what has led me to Panola," said Dulaurier. "I presume you have come to remind Rosita," answered Don Pedro, "of the promise that she gave you at her dying father's bedside. She has not forgotten it, senor. She recognises her duty, and you have only one word to say----" "Will you answer me yourself, Rosita?" interrupted Dulaurier, marking her extreme pallor and agitation. "You know what I have the right of claiming; are you still able to give it me freely?" "Without doubt," she murmured; "if I give you my hand, my heart will go with it." "Words, nothing but words!" thought the lieutenant, who grew pale in his turn. "All women are weathercocks. It is clear I am superseded," and he bit his lip until it bled. "But I should like to know who is my substitute," and he turned mechanically to Stephano. He found him as mute and as troubled as Rosita. The truth flashed across him. "I cannot blame the brave young man," he murmured to himself, "for falling in love with his cousin. It has not prevented him from saving my life at the expense of his love and honour, and as I have no wish for a heart not wholly mine, I have now to render sacrifice for sacrifice, and to keep the reputation of France equal to that of Spain." He turned to Rosita with a smile.