Wardes, became, at the first disrespectful expression which the latter pronounced respecting the person in question, inflamed with passion, and panted only for an opportunity of avenging the affront.”

The princess concealed her face with her hands. “Monsieur, monsieur!” she exclaimed; “do you know what you are saying, and to whom you are speaking?”

“And so, Madame,” pursued Manicamp, as if he had not heard the exclamations of the princess, “nothing will astonish you any longer, — neither the comte’s ardor in seeking the quarrel, nor his wonderful address in transferring it to an quarter foreign to your own personal interests.

That latter circumstance was, indeed, a marvelous instance of tact