Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
"Welcome, monsieur!" she cried. "But you are late."
"I was delayed."
"But just in time, as it is," added the girl.
The newcomer nodded moodily, hesitating at the door, looking from the princess to the man with whom she had been closeted, and back again—as one with the right to demand an explanation.
The princess was prompt to give it.
"Monsieur Adolph Chambret," she said ceremoniously: "my new-found friend and our ally in this affair, Monsieur the Colonel O'Rourke, Chevalier of the Legion of Honor!"
Both men bowed, O'Rourke deeply, Chambret with a trace of hauteur and without removing a remarkably penetrating gaze from the countenance of the Irishman.
"You see, I have succeeded!" continued the princess triumphantly. "The hour grew late—I judged that you had failed, monsieur."
"You were right," assented Chambret—still eying the Irishman. "I failed lamentably."
He breathed rapidly as he spoke, his face red as with unaccustomed exertion, and his clothing—impeccable evening dress—somewhat disordered and dusty.
He was a man largely framed, and a trifle overweight, carrying himself well, with a suggestion of activity and quickness in his bearing; his face showed intellectuality of a high order—and an uncertain temper; he was bearded, full-cheeked; and one of his cheeks bore the red stamp of a recent blow.
Remarking, for the first time, his disheveled appearance, the girl inquired concerning its cause. "You have had an accident, monsieur?" she asked solicitously.
"Nothing of moment," he replied carelessly: "an en-
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