"Never fear for his teeth, I wear a rapier," added the count, pompously.
"But seriously, where's he from?"
"Of some good family in the middle province, I understand."
"O, he's a gentleman, then, and not a professional cut-throat?" asked another.
"I believe so," said the courtier.
"That's some consolation," was the rejoinder to the count's reply.
While the merits of Lorenzo Bezan were thus being discussed, he was marching his regiment towards the capital, after a year's campaign of hard fighting; and the Gazette was right in its announcement, for he entered the capital on the evening designated, and occupied the regularly assigned barracks for his men.