owder, and no fire or smoke," repeated Madame
Clemenceau. "It is, indeed, a marvel!" and she approached the window in
uncontrollable curiosity. "Is he going to shoot again?"

"Well, he gets an appetite by popping at the sparrows before breakfast.
He is not much of a marksman like master, who is dead on the center,
every military officer says--but, in the morning, the birds' wings are
heavy with dew, and he makes a very pretty bag now and then. What must
the sparrows think to be killed and not smell any powder!"

"I wish you would tell him to go farther, or leave off!" said Cesarine,
looking out at the young man with the light rifle, fascinated but
fearing.

"The obedience will be more prompt if you would tell him, madame,"
returned the maid, "for M. Antonino would do anything for you. To think
that there should really be something that frightens you!"

"After my illness, I am afraid of everything."

"Very well, I will stop him."

Opening the window, Hedwig called to the Italian by name, and said, on
receiving his answer:

"Please not to shoot any more!"

"Why not?" came the reply in the mellow voice of the Italian.

"Come in and you'll learn." But she shut the window to intimate that he
was to enter the house by the door as he had issued, and hastily
returned to her mistress.

The latter had tottered to the side-board, and seized a decanter, but,
in the act of pouring out a glass of water, she paused suspiciously.

"Is this good to drink?" she warily inquired.

"Of course, though you are quite right--they do juggle with a lot of
queer acids and the like dangerous stuff here! They give me the warning
sometimes after their _swim-posiums_, as they call the sociables, not to
touch anything till they come down, for poisons are about. Ugh! But do
not drink so much cold water so early in the morning--it is unhealthy.
If it were only good beer, now, it would not matter! _Ach_, Muechen!" and
Hedwig vulgarly smacked her lips.

"After my illness I have been always thirsty, and, sometimes, I seem to
have infernal fires in my bosom!" sighed Madame Clemenceau, putting down
the glass with a hand so hot that the crystal was clouded with steam.

Her teeth chattered, as a sudden chill followed the flush, and Hedwig
shrank back in alarm--the beautiful face became transformed into such a
close likeness to a wolf's. "You need not be scared any more, for he has
come into the house. Here he is, too!" and she sprang to the door