"When the skirmish was over the Northerners moved on with the wounded man as their prisoner, and this woman rode beside him, leaving her dear son dead in the shanty.
"At midnight, when the party stopped to rest, it was found that Schmolnitz was not dead, and he soon recovered enough to speak.
"Dolores bent over him, his head in her lap, and hoped that he would recognize her; but he did not, in the gloom, until she spoke, entreating him for the sake of her love years ago to take her back to him.
"Most brutally he repudiated her, assuring her that she could not be his wife, and that he would never own her as such.
"Then, indeed, she sounded the shallow waters of his soul, and desired revenge.
"She would have stabbed him to the heart even then, if she had not been prevented, but she swore beside the heartless wretch that she should have vengeance; then she and her attendants rode back to Richmond.
"Months passed, all trace of the man was lost to her; but patiently she searched for him until she found a clew.
"After many adventures, she found him in this city, and what think you were the titles which this little tailor had assumed?
"Dear count, will you not make a guess?
"Friends, I believe our honored count is indisposed—how pale he has become! Little wonder, for he sympathizes with every word I say.