“‘And pray don’t forget the letter to my brother,’ cried old Madame Forjas.
“Twenty similar injunctions burst from the party, but not a word said Inez.
“‘Adieu, then!’ said I. ‘Farewell.’
“‘Adios! Go with God!’ chorused the party.
“‘Good-by, Senhora,’ said I. ‘Have you nothing to tell me ere we part?’
“‘Not that I remember,’ said she, carelessly. ‘I hope you’ll have good weather.’
“‘There is a storm threatening,’ said I, gloomily.
“‘Well, a soldier cares little for a wet jacket.’
“‘Adieu!’ said I, sharply, darting at her a look that spoke my meaning.
“‘Farewell!’ repeated she, curtsying slightly, and giving one of her sweetest smiles.