She sank into a chair.
Father and son leaped into each other's arms; then turned to Madame:
"Ah! thou lovely mischief-maker"—
She had fainted away.
"Ah! well, keep out of the way, if you please, papa," said Dr. Mossy, as Madame presently reopened her eyes; "no wonder you fainted; you have finished some hard work—see; here; no; Clarisse, dear, take this."
Father and son stood side by side, tenderly regarding her as she revived.
"Now, papa, you may kiss her; she is quite herself again, already."
"My daughter!" said the stately General; "this—is my son's ransom; and, with this,—I withdraw the Villivicencio ticket."
"You shall not," exclaimed the laughing lady, throwing her arms about his neck.
"But, yes!" he insisted; "my faith! you will at least allow me to remove my dead from the field."