“'She hasked for General Sholto, sir.'
“My face fell.
“'The devil she did!' I exclaimed.
“'Yes, sir,' said he; 'that's the lady as visits 'im sometimes.'
“I whistled.
“'Was the General at home?'
“'No, sir, but she left a message as 'ow she'd call again to-morrow morning.'
“'Halfred,' I said, 'do not deliver that message. I shall see to it myself.'
“And so Miss Unknown is the gay General's mysterious visitor. And I caught her at another rendezvous. But she denied this. Bah! I do not believe her. I trust no woman.
“On my mind is left a curious impression from this brief passage—an impression of a beautiful wild animal, half shy, half bold, dreading the cage, but not so much, I think, the chase. Yes, decidedly there was something untamed in her air, in her eye, in her devil-may-care walk. For myself a savage queen has few charms, especially if she have merely the cannibal habit without the simplicity of attire.