'Oh, Maurice! how can you be so rude as to speak thus of any visitor of mamma's!'
'Listen to me, Cousin Dolores,' he resumed, making a prodigious effort to be calm.
'Well,' asked the girl, with something of petulance.
'I am probably to be sent to Paris.'
'Indeed—for what purpose?'
'In the interests of the patriots here.'
'And against the Prince of Orange?'
'Yes—of course.'
'You are unwise to say this to me even, cousin.' said she, looking up now.
'But you, Dolores, are my second self.'