On the way back, as I was laying myself out to recover lost ground with the youth, and to obliterate, if possible, the memory of my last and somewhat too fervent speech, who should come past us but the major! I had to stand aside and salute as he went by, but his eyes appeared entirely occupied with Flora. "Who is that man?" she asked. "He is a friend of mine," said I. "I give him lessons in French, and he has been very kind to me." "He stared," she said,--"I do not say rudely; but why should he stare?" "If you do not wish to be stared at, mademoiselle, suffer me to recommend a veil," said I. She looked at me with what seemed anger. "I tell you the man stared," she said. And Ronald added: "O, I don't think he meant any harm. I suppose he was just surprised to see us walking about with a pr--with M. Saint-Yves." But the next morning, when I went to Chevenix's rooms, and after I had dutifully corrected his exercise--"I compliment you on your taste," said he to me. "I beg your pardon?" said I. "O no, I beg yours," said he. "You understand me perfectly, just as I do you." I murmured something about enigmas. "Well, shall I give you the key to the enigma?" said he, leaning back. "That was the young lady whom Goguelat insulted and whom you avenged. I do not blame you. She is a heavenly creature." "With all my heart, to the last of it!" said I. "And to the first also, if it amuses you! You are become so very acute of late that I suppose you must have your own way." "What is her name?" he asked. "Now, really," said I. "Do you think it likely she has told me?" "I think it certain," said he. I could not restrain my laughter. "Well, then, do you think it likely I would tell you?" I cried. "Not a bit," said he.--"But come, to our lesson!" CHAPTER VI THE ESCAPE