remember how in the great insurrection an unfailing supply of arms and
ammunition came pouring into Poland over the Austrian frontier--more
arms than the national government could find men for."

"Yes, I remember that."

"That is the man," said Deulin, with a nod of his head in the direction
of the Prince Bukaty, who was talking and laughing near at hand.

"And the girl--it is very sad--I like her very much. She is gay and
brave."

"Ah!" said Deulin, "when a woman is gay and brave--and young--Heaven
help us."

"Thank you, Monsieur Deulin."

"And when she is gay and brave, and . . . old . . . milady--God keep
her," he said with a grave bow.

"I liked her at once. I shall be glad to do anything I can, you know.
She has a great capacity for making friends."

"She has already made a few--this evening," put in the Frenchman, with a
significant gesture of his gloved hand.

"Ah!"

"Not one who can hurt her, I think. I can see to that. The usual
enemy--of a pretty girl--that is all."