"'Oh! as to that, no. Besides, you see Rina has got it, and you are too gallant to wish to take it from her.'
"At this moment Mademoiselle Rina made her appearance in the costume of a shepherdess—a boddice of silver, short silk petticoats, and a large Cashmere shawl twisted round her waist. She was really charming in this dress. I seized my bass. I fancied myself in the orchestra at Marseilles.
"'What would you like me to play, Mademoiselle?'
"'Do you know the shawl-dance in the ballet of Clary?'
"'Certainly; it is my favourite.'
"I began to play, Rina to dance, and the banditti to applaud. She danced admirably. The more I looked at her, the more convinced I became that I had seen her before.
"She was in the middle of a pirouette when the door opened, and the innkeeper entering, whispered something in the captain's ear.
"'Ove sono?' said the latter, quietly. 'Where are they?'
"'A San Dalmazio.'
"'No nearer? Then there is no hurry.'