“Oh?” said Archie.
“Yes; Suleiman met him when he went to Paris.”
“You seem to know all about it,” said Archie laughingly.
“Oh no; I want to know everything, but there is so much—so much to learn. I wish I had gone to Paris too.”
“What! so as to get to know the French count?”
“Pish!—No, thank you; I don’t take wine,” he added quickly, as one of the officers’ servants was filling glasses.
“Won’t you have a glass of hock?”
“No,” was the quiet reply. “And I don’t want to know the French count. I don’t like him.”
“Why?”
“Because he is Suleiman’s friend.”