“All of plenty is in America, and she will give to France.”

And here sat great strong Roberta, the Marquise of Grez and Bye, holding in the hollow of her arm a beautiful American woman who had herself contrived a monstrous plan to let a quantity of the lifeblood of France to turn into gold for her own vain uses.  If to throttle her then and there with my bare strong hands had insured the great big needful mules to France, and saved the honor of my Gouverneur of the State of Harpeth, and my Uncle, the General Robert, I think I might have had a great temptation to administer that death to her; but instead I held her now closer in my arm and I began to plot her to death in any other way I could discover, so that her intrigue should die with her.

“Of a truth, beautiful Madam, the poor old Uncle, the General Robert, must not be allowed to interfere with such a beautiful plan as you have for supplying those very fine strong mules from the State of Harpeth to poor struggling France, and I will join with you in convincing the stupid Gouverneur Faulkner that such must not be the case.  You will direct me, will you not?  I am very young and I have but so lately come to this land that I do not know—­I do not feel exactly what you call at home.”  And I spoke again with beseeching humility.

“We’ll do it for France together, boy,” she whispered as she turned in my arm and pressed herself against my raven attire above my heart held in restraint by that towel of the bath.  “And then you can claim from me any—­reward—­you—­”

Just at this lovely moment, when the beautiful Madam Whitworth had thrown herself into my arms and I had been obliged by my cunning to hold her there instead of flinging her to the floor as I naturally desired, there arrived at the door of the room which we were occupying with our plotting, my tall and awful Uncle, the General Robert, and looked down upon us with the lightnings of a storm in his eyes.  Then, before I could make exclamation and betray his presence to the lady in my arms, whose back was turned in his direction, he had disappeared.  Did I betray that presence to the lady?  I did not.  I decided that it would be much to the advantage of the affair to have the lady in ignorance of his knowledge.

“You must go now, boy,” she said at about the moment in which I could no longer keep my dissembling alive.  “Send the Governor in here to me, for it is about the time I had promised to dance with him.  I want to talk with him and try to make him see some at least of this matter in the right light.  Go; and come to me to-morrow at four—­for—­for France.”

I went and it was with much joy in the going.  I stopped at a tall window to get into my lungs a very deep supply of atmosphere and also to take counsel with myself.