"I'm Richelieu," he rejoined with equal candor.

"Richelieu?"

"Yes. That Frenchman--the Lord Cardinal--you know. Mar saw Forrest do
him out in St. Louis."

"Do him?"

"Yes, in the theayter."

With a confused misconception of his meaning, Mainwaring tried to
recall the historical dress of the great Cardinal and fit it to the
masquerader--if such he were--before him. But Richelieu relieved him by
adding,--

"Richelieu Sharpe."

"Oh, that's your NAME!" said Mainwaring, cheerfully. "Then you're Miss
Minty's brother. I know her. How jolly lucky!"

They both shook hands again. Richelieu, eager to get rid of the burden
of his sister's message, which he felt was in the way of free-and-easy
intercourse with this charming stranger, looked uneasily towards the
house.

"I say," said Mainwaring, "if you're in a hurry, you'd better go in
there and knock. I hear some one stirring in the kitchen."