"Then, madam, in heaven's name,—tell it me!" cried Barnabas eagerly.
"A ridiculously simple one, sir."
"Oh, madam—what can I do—pray tell me."
"You must—disown this inn-keeping wretch, of course. You must cast him off—now, at once, and forever!"
"Disown him—my father!"
"Certainly,"
Barnabas stared wide-eyed. Then he laughed, and uncovering his head, bowed deeply.
"Madam," said he, "I have the honor to bid your Grace good-by!"
"You—will tell Cleone then?"
"To-morrow morning."