'Why?'
'Because she is interested in me,' replied Lewie Baronald, smiling.
'For what reason?'
'Her first lover had been one of the Scots Brigade, and her heart still warms to the uniform.'
The knitted brow of the General relaxed for a moment, and he said with a grim smile:
'Then there have been two fools at least in the Brigade, to my knowledge. And for this prize, Dolores—I have caught her absurd name, you perceive—have you no rivals—no competitors?'
The young man's brow grew very dark.
'Yes,' said he, after a pause.
'Many?'
'One chiefly.'