He had travelled with his comrade through the egg country, the calf country, and had reached duckland. Two legs, a slice of the broad brown back, and some delicate spinach loaded up his plate, when the door opened and a man-servant with the bearing of a soldier entered.
"Captain Charteris!"
"That is I!" said Nigel.
"The Count Albrecht von Waldstein desires the favour of your company for an hour."
[CHAPTER VIII.]
INTERLACING DESTINIES.
Nigel looked ruefully at the duck.
"Stay and eat it, comrade!" said the lieutenant.