'My reputation, Count, is so well established both at Versailles and in the camp of Duke Charles IV., that I need not suffer myself to be needlessly hacked to pieces, rather than be taken; and so, monsieur, I am your prisoner.'
'Your name, abbé, if an abbé you are, indeed?'
'I am Arthur Blane, a gentleman of king Louis's Scottish Guard, and no abbé.'
'A cuirassier.'
'Yes, monsieur.'
''Tis he, Count, of whom poor Raoul d'Ische and the Prince de Vaudemont have spoken so often,' said General Goltz; 'parbleu! he is a brave fellow!'
'But must, nevertheless, swing, M. le General; he is a spy.'
'Count, it is false,' I exclaimed.
'Then what seek you here, so far from your head-quarters, and in this garb too?'
'A lady, M. le Comte, a lady who—'