"Do you dare?" cried Ladislas. "Fool," said the Grand Duke, contemp t'lously. This is translating very freely. They spoke Russian. "You are my superior officer." "I waive that." "You are a Prince of the Blood Royal" "I waive that." , "Then we fight," hissed Ladislas, hotly. "At five to-morow morning. Gimme a bott tchampagne." *

Ladislas went to his room, and locked the door. He walked to and fro in misery, thinking of Wanda, trying to imagine where P?ie was, and vainly hoping for a message. There came a knock at the door. "Who is it?" "Bibi." Ladislas opened. "Dere. is a telegram coming.for you, but you must not get it. You must go away." 'I cannot; I have to fight a duel." "Fight all the duels you please, but don't get dat telegram." "I will not go." "Not for the Princess?" "What? You know where she is?" Monsieur Bibi winked his left pug-dog eye. It was convincing. Ladislas went.
