them after the second cigar.  They strolled about the city, glad for reasons of their own to be out of Milan as long as the leave permitted.  At night, when they were passing a palace in one of the dark streets, a feather, accompanied by a sharp sibilation from above, dropped on Wilfrid’s face.  Weisspriess held the feather up, and judged by its length that it was an eagle’s, and therefore belonging to the Hungarian Hussar regiment stationed in Milan.  “The bird’s aloft,” he remarked.  His voice aroused a noise of feet that was instantly still.  He sent a glance at the doorways, where he thought he discerned men.  Fetching a whistle in with his breath, he unsheathed his sword, and seeing that Wilfrid had no weapon, he pushed him to a gate of the palace-court that had just cautiously turned a hinge.  Wilfrid found his hand taken by a woman’s hand inside.  The gate closed behind him.  He was led up to an apartment where, by the light of a darkly-veiled lamp, he beheld a young Hungarian officer and a lady clinging to his neck, praying him not to go forth.  Her Italian speech revealed how matters stood in this house.  The officer accosted Wilfrid:  “But you are not one of us!” He repeated it to the lady:  “You see, the man is not one of us!”

She assured him that she had seen the uniform when she dropped the feather, and wept protesting it.

“Louis, Louis! why did you come to-night! why did I make you come!  You will be slain.  I had my warning, but I was mad.”

The officer hushed her with a quick squeeze of her inter-twisted fingers.

“Are you the man to take a sword and be at my back, sir?” he said; and resumed in a manner less contemptuous toward the civil costume:  “I request it for the sole purpose of quieting this lady’s fears.”

Wilfrid explained who and what he was.  On hearing that he was General Pierson’s nephew the officer laughed cheerfully, and lifted the veil from the lamp, by which Wilfrid knew him to be Colonel Prince Radocky, a most gallant and the handsomest cavalier in the Imperial service.  Radocky laughed again when he was told of Weisspriess keeping guard below.

“Aha! we are three, and can fight like a pyramid.”

He flourished his hand above the lady’s head, and called for a sword.  The lady affected to search for one while he stalked up and down in the jaunty fashion of a Magyar horseman; but the sword was not to be discovered without his assistance, and he was led away in search of it.  The moment he was alone Wilfrid burst into tears.  He could bear anything better than the sight of fondling lovers.  When they rejoined him, Radocky had evidently yielded some point; he stammered and worked his underlip on his moustache.  The lady undertook to speak for him.  Happily for her, she said, Wilfrid would not compromise her; and taking her lover’s hand, she added with Italian mixture of wit and grace:  “Happily for me, too, he does.  The house is surrounded by enemies; it is a reign of terror for women.  I am dead, if they slay him; but if they recognize him, I am lost.”