is feet.

"Well," he said, "I mustn't keep His Excellency waiting. Good-bye,
and cheer up, Bellamy! Your old country isn't going to turn up
her heels yet."

Out he went--long, lank, uncouth, with yellow-stained fingers and
hatchet-shaped, gray face--a strange figure but yet a power.
Bellamy remained. For a while he seemed doubtful how to pass the
time. He stood in front of the window, watching the dispersal of
the crowds and the marching by of a regiment of soldiers, whose
movements he followed with critical interest, for he, too, had been
in the service. He had still a military bearing,--tall, and with
complexion inclined to be dusky, a small black moustache, dark eyes,
a silent mouth,--a man of many reserves. Even his intimates knew
little of him. Nevertheless, his was the reticence which befitted
well his profession.

After a time he sat down and wrote some letters. He had just
finished when there came a sharp tap at the door. Before he could
open his lips some one had entered. He heard the soft swirl of
draperies and turned sharply round, then sprang to his feet and
held out both his hands. There was expression in his face now--as
much as he ever suffered to appear there.

"Louise!" he exclaimed. "What good fortune!"

She held his fingers for a moment in a manner which betokened a
more than common intimacy. Then she threw herself into an
easy-chair and raised her thick veil. Bellamy looked at her for a
moment in sorrowful silence. There were violet lines underneath
her beautiful eyes, her cheeks were destitute of any color. There
was an abandonment of grief about her attitude which moved him.
She sat as one broken-spirited, in whom the power of resistance was
dead.

"It is over, then," she said softly, "this meeting. The word has
been spoken."

He came and stood by her side.

"As yet," he reminded her, "we do not know what that word may be."

She shook her head mournfully.

"Who can doubt?" she exclaimed. "For myself, I feel it in the air!
I can see it in the faces of the people who throng the city! I can
hear it in the peals of those awful bells! You know nothing? You
have heard nothing?"

Bellamy shook his head.

"I did all that was humanly possible," he said, dropping his voice.
"An Englishman in Vienna to-day has very little opportunity. I
filled the Palace with spies, but they hadn't a dog's chance. There
wasn't even a secretary present. The Czar, the two Emperors and t