“But I have gained my promotion and much more.  I can offer you now a far higher position.  You will be a lady, a great lady, some day!”

“It matters little, my Stanislas, so long as I am with you.  I would have been content to share your lot, however humble, anywhere.”

This was her simple, unquestioning faith.  Her love filled all her being.  She belonged, heart and soul, to this man.

“You will not leave me again, Stanislas?” she went on, with tender insistence.

“My sweet, I must go back.  My duty is there, in the Crimea, with my comrades—­with the army of my Queen.”

“But if anything should happen to you—­they may hurt you, kill you!”

“Darling, there is no fear.  Be brave.”

“Oh, Stanislas!  Suppose I should lose you—­life would be an utter blank after that; I have no one in the world but you.”

McKay was greatly touched by this proof of her deep-seated affection.

“It is only for a little while longer, my sweetest girl!  Be patient and hopeful to the end.  By-and-by we shall come together, never to part again.”

“I am weak, foolish—­too loving, perhaps.  But, Stanislas, I cannot bear to part with you.  Let me go too!”

“Dearest, that is quite impossible.”

“If I was only near you—­”

“What! you—­a tender woman—­in that wild land, amidst all its dangers and trials!”

“I should fear nothing if it was for you, Stanislas.  I would give you my life; I would lay it down freely for you.”

He could find no words to thank her for such un-selfish devotion, but he pressed her to his heart again and again.

He still held Mariquita’s hand, and was soothing her with many endearing expressions, when La Zandunga, accompanied by Tio Pedro, returned.

The lovers flew apart, abashed at being surprised.

McKay expected nothing less than coarse abuse, but no honey could be sweeter than the old people’s accents and words.

“Do not mind us,” said La Zandunga, coaxingly.

“A pair of turtle-doves,” said Tio Pedro:  “bashful and timid as birds.”

“Sit down, good sir,” went on the old woman:  “you can see Mariquita again.  Let us talk first of this business.”

“You want horses, I believe?” said Tio Pedro.  “I can get you any number.  What price will you pay?”

“What they are worth.”

“And a little more, which we will divide between ourselves,” added the old man, with a knowing wink.

“That’s not the way with British officers,” said McKay, sternly.

“It’s the way with ours in Spain.”

“That may be.  However, I will take five hundred from you, at twenty pounds apiece, if they are delivered within three days.”

Tio Pedro got up and walked towards the door.

“I go to fetch them.  I am the key of Southern Spain.  When I will, every stable-door shall be unlocked.  You shall have the horses, and more, if you choose, in the stated time.”