Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
that gentleman of having subtly aspersed those qualities in the woman he loved; then softened. "Have ye news of her?"
"No word," replied Chambret. "You know that she retired to the Principality of Grandlieu, after little Leopold's death? She was reported to have left for a tour of Europe, shortly afterwards, but I am certain that she did not come to Paris. Indeed, it is uncertain where she may be."
"She is her own mistress," said O'Rourke doggedly thoughtful.
"She is adorable, mon ami," sighed Chambret. "I have good cause to remember how charming she is." He grimaced and tapped O'Rourke on the shoulder nearest him. "Eh, monsieur?" he asked meaningly.
O'Rourke smiled. "Faith!" he declared. "I had almost forgotten that hole ye put in me, when we settled our little differences, ye fire-eater!"
"I have not forgotten, my friend," returned Chambret seriously. "Nor shall I ever forget your gallantry. To have fired in the air, as you did, after having been wounded by your antagonist—!"
"Hush! Not another word will I listen to! Would ye have me shoot down a man I love as a brother? What d'ye think—?"
"Ah, monsieur, but it was a gallant deed! … I'll say no more, if you insist, mon Colonel. But Madame la Princesse? You have heard from her yourself?"
"Not a line," said O'Rourke gloomily. "Not that I had any right to expect so much," he defended his beloved, instantly. "But 'twas in our agreement that, if she needed me, she was to send for me. I mind …"
He broke off abruptly and sat staring moodily into the up-curling spirals of cigar smoke. Chambret forbore to dis-
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