he said,
"I wish you, my lord, all happiness, and the boon of a great love. With
all my heart I wish it;" and as he bowed over her hand, she looked
across his shoulder to Wogan.

"I will bid you farewell to-morrow," she said with a smile, and the
Chevalier explained her saying afterwards as they accompanied him to his
lodging.

"Mlle. de Caprara will honour us with her presence to-morrow. You will
still act as my proxy, Wogan. I am not yet returned from Spain. I wish
no questions or talk about this evening's doings. Your friend will
remember that?"

"My friend, sir," said Wogan, "who was with me at Innspruck, is Captain
Lucius O'Toole of Dillon's regiment."

"_Et_ senator too," said the Chevalier, with a laugh; and he added a
friendly word or two which sent O'Toole back to his lodging in a high
pleasure. Wogan walked thither with him and held out his hand at the
door.

"But you will come up with me," said O'Toole. "We will drink a glass
together, for God knows when we speak together again. I go back to
Schlestadt to-morrow."

"Ah, you go back," said Wogan; and he came in at the door and mounted
the stairs. At the first landing he stopped.

"Let me rouse Gaydon."

"Gaydon went three days ago."

"Ah! And Misset is with his wife. Here are we all once more scattered,
and, as you say, God knows when we shall speak together again;" and he
went on to the upper storey.

O'Toole remarked that he dragged in his walk and that his voice had a
strange, sad note of melancholy.

"My friend," said he, "you have the black fit upon you; you are plainly
discouraged. Yet to-night sees the labour of many months brought to its
due close;" and as he lit the candles on his chimney, he was quite
amazed by the white, tired face which the light showed to him. Wogan,
indeed, harassed by misgivings, and worn with many vigils, presented a
sufficiently woe-begone picture. The effect was heightened by the
disorder of his clothes, which were all daubed with clay in a manner
quite surprising to O'Toole, who knew the ground to be dry underfoot.

"True," answered Wogan, "the work ends to-night. Months ago I rode down
this street in the early morning, and with what high hopes! The work
ends to-night, and may God forgive me for a meddlesome fellow. Cup and
ball's a fine game, but it is ill playing it with women's hearts;" and
he broke off suddenly. "I'll give you a toast, Lucius! Here's to the
Princess Clementina!" and draining his glass he