She only looked at me steadily and made no comment. "Once suspected

here," said I, "all is over for me, and you are free again. It would

be entirely easy for you to make some sign or movement which I,

perhaps, could not detect. Perhaps, at any moment, some one may enter

who knows you--as I've said, no one can look at you and forget you,

Helena. But please let none of this affect your appetite. Our little

supper is our little adventure. I hope you will enjoy both, my dear."

"You did take some chance, did you not?" she said slowly.

"It might be a chance."

"But you will be so nervous you can't enjoy your spread."

"Not in the least, Helena. A nervous man has no business in the trade

of piracy;--but, ah! the fillet of trout, Helena."

Jean was proud of his art, the chef proud also, and the chef knew we

were here. A general air of comfort seemed to settle down upon our

little corner of the restaurant, a quiet contentment. For the most

part, folk came here who had no hurry and no anxiety, and it was a

sort of club for many persons who knew how to eat and to live and to

enjoy life quietly, as life should be enjoyed. None dreamed, of

course, that aught but equal leisure existed for our little table,

where sat a rather lank and shabby man in flannels, and a very

especially beautiful young woman in half evening dress. At Luigi's,

every one is polite to every one else, and the curiosity is but that

of fraternity. Perhaps, some eyes were cast our way, I could not tell.

Jean, in slow solemnity and pleasant ease, brought on many things not

nominated in the bond. At length he arranged his duck-press on his

little table near us, and having squeezed the elixir from the two

dissected fowls, began to stir the juices into a sauce of his own,

made with sherry wine and a touch of filé, many things which Jean

knows best. He was just in the act of pouring this most delectable

sauce over the two bits of tender fowl upon our hot plates, when,

happening to look up, I saw some one entering the door.

"Jean, if you please," said I, deliberately pulling the coat-rack in

front of our table, "Mademoiselle perhaps feels a slight draft. Would

you fetch a screen?"

He turned. "Helena," said I, after a moment, "now our adventure has

come."

"What do you mean?" said she. "Why do you do that?"--she nodded at the

screen. "Why, I say?"

"I have your parole?"

"Yes."

"I am glad it is yes!" said I. "You could break it now and escape so

easily. One little move on your part and my punishment is at hand."




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