ouch with the time being.

"He is inclined to be too much reserved. But last night Mr. Ferraud
succeeded in tearing down some of it. If I could put in a book what
all you men have seen and taken part in! Mr. Breitmann would be almost
handsome but for those scars."

He kicked the turf at the foot of the wall. "In Germany they are
considered beauty-spots."

"I am not in sympathy with that custom."

"Still, it requires courage of a kind."

"The noblest wounds are those that are carried unseen. Student scars
are merely patches of vanity."

"He has others besides those. He was nearly killed in the Soudan."
Fitzgerald was compelled to offer some defense for the absent. That
Breitmann had lied to him, that his appearance here had been in the
regular order of things, did not take away the fact that the Bavarian
was a man and a brave one. Closely as he had watched, up to the
present he had learned absolutely nothing; and to have shown Breitmann
the telegram would have accomplished nothing further than to have put
him wholly on guard.

"Have you no scars?" mischief in her eyes.

"Not yet;" and the force of his gaze turned hers aside. "Yet I must
not forget my conscience; 'tis pretty well battered up."

She greeted this with laughter. She had heard men talk like this
before. "You have probably never done a mean or petty thing in all
your life."

"Mean and petty things never disturb a man's conscience. It's the big
things that scar."

"That's a platitude."

"Then my end of the conversation is becoming flat."

"Confess that you are eager to return to the great highways once more."

"I shall confess nothing of the sort. I should like to stay here for a
hundred years."

"You would miss us all very much then," merrily. "And Napoleon's
treasure would have gone in and out of innumerable pockets!"

"Do you really and truly believe that we shall bring home a single
franc of it?" facing her with incredulous eyes.

"Really and truly. And why not? Treasures have been found before.
Fie on you for a Doubting Thomas!"

"We sometimes go many miles to find, in the end, that the treasure was
all the time under our very eyes."

"Hyperbole!" But she looked down at the lichen again and began pealing
it off the stone. She thought of a duke she knew. At this instant he
would have been telling her that she was the most beautiful woman since
Helen. What a relief this man at her side was! She was perfectly
awa