“I looked at the picture, and sure enough the scar could be plainly seen. This circumstance of itself would justify Judge Flaxback in ordering my release; in fact, the trial would be a mere form to be complied with, as everybody now admitted that a mistake had been committed. The villagers discussed it on the street corners, and laughed over it, cracking their jokes, little dreaming of the awful consequences that had resulted to me by the mistake. I dare say that a vastly different feeling would have permeated the breasts of those people if they could have witnessed the dying agonies of poor Lottie Wallingford. If they had known how my heart was broken by the sad mistake, they would not have been laughing and joking about the matter as if it were a very funny coincidence. I could not eat my breakfast--my appetite was gone, but I drank a cup of warm tea, which the jailer’s wife was kind enough to bring to me. She seemed to sympathize with me when she found out how deeply I had been wronged. I looked at my watch every five minutes; I was full of impatience. It seemed that nine o’clock would never come--but nevertheless it did come at last. The town clock began to strike, when the jailer said it was time to go.” CHAPTER XXVI. During the short recess the queen had agreed to allow, which was granted at the request of the Barbarian Chief, the excursionists assembled in various little groups on different parts of the boat, while most of them were discussing the merits of Ingomar’s story. George and the Duke of Wellington were seated apart from the other passengers, deeply interested in an animated discussion--the subject being the eccentric movements of the black domino and the unusual sadness of the queen. “My lord,” observed the king, “did you notice that the queen fainted when those two men arrested Demar?” “Of course I did! and that is not all--the lady in the black domino fainted, too, when the Barbarian Chief was arrested.” “Now, I would like very much to know who this Barbarian Chief is, and why both of those women should manage to faint about him. I have never been so fortunate as to have as much as one woman care enough about me to faint for me.” “As to that, I am decidedly of the opinion that you have lost nothing on that score; but, between you and me, there is something mysterious connected with that woman in the black domino. So far as the queen is concerned, I imagine that she is one of those good-hearted, sympathetic women, the kind who have more tears than talent--a sort of Niobe.” “Look at that man yonder leaning against the corner of the Texas, and see if you can discover anything singular about him.” “Why, that is Henry of Navarre; of course there is nothing strange about him. Why do you ask the question?” “He is not the man who wore that uniform when we started from Memphis.” “Why do you conclude that he is not the one who personated Navarre at the ball?”