Vittoria

"Right so," said one of the soldiers, "and you don"t speak bad German already."

"Haven"t I served in the ranks?" said Angelo, giving a bugle-call of the reveille of the cavalry.

He got on with them so well that they related the object of their expedition, which was, to catch a runaway young rebel lady and hold her fast down at Cles for the great captain-"unser tuchtiger Hauptmann."

"Hadn"t she a servant, a sort of rascal?" Angelo inquired.

"Right so; she had: but the doe"s the buck in this chase."

Angelo tossed them cigars. The valley was like a tumbled mountain, thick with crags and eminences, through which the river worked strenuously, sinuous in foam, hurrying at the turns. Angelo watched all the ways from a distant height till set of sun. He saw another couple of soldiers meet those two at the inn, and then one pair went up toward the vale-head. It seemed as if Vittoria had disconcerted them by having chosen another route.

"Padrone," said Jacopo to him abruptly, when they descended to find a resting-place, "you are, I speak humbly, so like the devil that I must enter into a stipulation with you, before I continue in your company, and take the worst at once. This is going to be the second night of my sleeping away from my wife: I merely mention it. I pinch her, and she beats me, and we are equal. But if you think of making me fight, I tell you I won"t. If there was a furnace behind me, I should fall into it rather than run against a bayonet. I "ve heard say that the nerves are in the front part of us, and that"s where I feel the shock. Now we"re on a plain footing. Say that I"m not to fight. I"ll be your servant till you release me, but say I "m not to fight; padrone, say that."

"I can"t say that: I"ll say I won"t make you fight," Angelo pacified him by replying. From this moment Jacopo followed him less like a graceless dog pulled by his chain. In fact, with the sense of prospective security, he tasted a luxurious amazement in being moved about by a superior will, wafted from his inn, and paid for witnessing strange incidents. Angelo took care that he was fed well at the place where they slept, but himself ate nothing. Early after dawn they mounted the heights above the road. It was about noon that Angelo discerned a party coming from the pa.s.s on foot, consisting of two women and three men. They rested an hour at the village where he had slept overnight; the muskets were a quarter of a mile to the rear of them. When they started afresh, one of the muskets was discharged, and while the echoes were rolling away, a reply to it sounded in the front. Angelo, from his post of observation, could see that Vittoria and her party were marching between two guards, and that she herself must have perceived both the front and rearward couple. Yet she and her party held on their course at an even pace. For a time he kept them clearly in view; but it was tough work along the slopes of crag: presently Jacopo slipped and went down. "Ah, padrone," he said: "I"m done for; leave me."

"Not though I should have to haul you on my back," replied Angelo. "If I do leave you, I must cut out your tongue."

"Rather than that, I"d go on a sprained ankle," said Jacopo, and he strove manfully to conquer pain; limping and exclaiming, "Oh, my little village! Oh, my little inn! When can a man say that he has finished running about the world! The moment he sits, in comes the devil."

Angelo was obliged to lead him down to the open way, upon which they made slow progress.

"The n.o.ble gentleman might let me return-he might trust me now," Jacopo whimpered.

"The devil trusts n.o.body," said Angelo.

"Ah, padrone! there"s a crucifix. Let me kneel by that."

Angelo indulged him. Jacopo knelt by the wayside and prayed for an easy ankle and a snoring pillow and no wakeners. After this he was refreshed. The sun sank; the darkness spread around; the air grew icy. "Does the Blessed Virgin ever consider what patriots have to endure?" Jacopo muttered to himself, and aroused a rare laugh from Angelo, who seized him under the arm, half-lifting him on. At the inn where they rested, he bathed and bandaged the foot.

"I can"t help feeling a kindness to you for it," said Jacopo.

"I can"t afford to leave you behind," Angelo accounted for his attention.

"Padrone, we"ve been understanding one another all along by our thumbs. It"s that old inn of mine-the taxes! we have to sell our souls to pay the taxes. There"s the tongue of the thing. I wouldn"t betray you; I wouldn"t."

"I"ll try you," said Angelo, and put him to proof next day, when the soldiers stopped them as they were driving in a cart, and Jacopo swore to them that Angelo was his intended son-in-law.

There was evidently an unusual activity among the gendarmerie of the lower valley, the Val di Non; for Jacopo had to repeat his fable more than once, and Angelo thought it prudent not to make inquiries about travellers. In this valley they were again in summer heat. Summer splendours robed the broken ground. The Val di Non lies toward the sun, banked by the Val di Sole, like the southern lizard under a stone. Chestnut forest and shoulder over shoulder of vineyard, and meadows of marvellous emerald, with here and there central partly-wooded crags, peaked with castle-ruins, and ancestral castles that are still warm homes, and villages dropped among them, and a river bounding and rushing eagerly through the rich enclosure, form the scene, beneath that Italian sun which turns everything to gold. There is a fair breadth to the vale: it enjoys a great oval of sky: the falls of shade are dispersed, dot the hollow range, and are not at noontide a broad curtain pa.s.sing over from right to left. The sun reigns and also governs in the Val di Non.

"The grape has his full benefit here, padrone," said Jacopo.

But the place was too populous, and too much subjected to the general eye, to please Angelo. At Cles they were compelled to bear an inspection, and a little comedy occurred. Jacopo, after exhibiting Angelo as his son-in-law, seeing doubts on the soldiers" faces, mentioned the name of the German suitor for his daughter"s hand-the carpenter, Johann Spellmann, to whose workshop he requested to be taken. Johann, being one of the odd Germans in the valley, was well known: he was carving wood astride a stool, and stopped his whistling to listen to the soldiers, who took the first word out of Jacopo"s mouth, and were convinced, by Johann"s droop of the chin, that the tale had some truth in it; and more when Johann yelled at the Valtelline innkeeper to know why, then, he had come to him, if he was prepared to play him false. One of the soldiers said bluntly, that as Angelo"s appearance answered to the portrait of a man for whom they were on the lookout, they would, if their countryman liked, take him and give him a dose of marching and imprisonment.

"Ach! that won"t make my little Rosetta love me better," cried Johann, who commenced taking up a string of reproaches against women, and pitched his carving-blade and tools abroad in the wood-dust.

"Well, now, it "s queer you don"t want to fight this lad," said Jacopo; "he"s come to square it with you that way, if you think best."

Johann spared a remark between his vehement imprecations against the s.e.x to say that he was ready to fight; but his idea of vengeance was directed upon the abstract conception of a faithless womankind. Angelo, by reason of his detestation of Germans, temporarily threw himself into the part he was playing to the extent of despising him. Johann admitted to Jacopo that intervals of six months" duration in a courtship were wide jumps for Love to take.

"Yes; amor! amor!" he exclaimed with extreme dejection; "I could wait. Well! since you"ve brought the young man, we"ll have it out."

He stepped before Angelo with bare fists. Jacopo had to interpose. The soldiers backed Johann, who now said to Angelo, "Since you"ve come for it, we"ll have it out."

Jacopo had great difficulty in bringing him to see that it was a matter to talk over. Johann swore he would not talk about it, and was ready to fight a dozen Italians, man up man down.

"Bare-fisted?" screamed Jacopo.

"Hey! the old way! Give him knuckles, and break his back, my boy!" cried the soldiers; "none of their steel this side of the mountain."

Johann waited for Angelo to lift his hands; and to instigate his reluctant adversary, thumped his chest; but Angelo did not move. The soldiers roared.

"If she has you, she shall have a dolly," said Johann, now heated with the prospect of presenting that sort of husband to his little Rosetta. At this juncture Jacopo threw himself between them.

"It shall be a real fight," he said; "my daughter can"t make up her mind, and she shall have the best man. Leave me to arrange it all fairly; and you come here in a couple of hours, my children," he addressed the soldiers, who unwillingly quitted the scene where there was a certainty of fun, on the a.s.surance of there being a livelier scene to come.

When they had turned their heels on the shop, Jacopo made a face at Johann; Johann swung round upon Angelo, and met a smile. Then followed explanations.

"What"s that you say? She"s true-she"s true?" exclaimed the astounded lover.

"True enough, but a girl at an inn wants hotter courting," said Jacopo. "His Excellency here is after his own sweetheart."

Johann huzzaed, hugged at Angelo"s hands, and gave a l.u.s.ty filial tap to Jacopo on the shoulder. Bread and grapes and Tyrolese wine were placed for them, and Johann"s mother soon produced a salad, eggs, and fowl; and then and there declared her willingness to receive Rosetta into the household, "if she would swear at the outset never to have "heimweh" (home-longing); as people-men and women, both-always did when they took a new home across a mountain."

"She won"t-will she?" Johann inquired with a dubious sparkle.

"Not she," said Jacopo.

After the meal he drew Johann aside. They returned to Angelo, and Johann beckoned him to leave the house by a back way, leading up a slope of garden into high vine-poles. He said that he had seen a party pa.s.s out of Cles from the inn early, in a light car, on for Meran. The gendarmerie were busy on the road: a mounted officer had dashed up to the inn an hour later, and had followed them: it was the talk of the village.

"Padrone, you dismiss me now," said Jacopo.

"I pay you, but don"t dismiss you," said Angelo, and handed him a bank-note.

"I stick to you, padrone, till you do dismiss me," Jacopo sighed.

Johann offered to conduct them as far as the Monte Pallade pa.s.s, and they started, avoiding the high road, which was enviably broad and solid. Within view of a village under climbing woods, they discerned an open car, flanked by bayonets, returning to Cles. Angelo rushed ahead of them down the declivity, and stood full in the road to meet the procession. A girl sat in the car, who hung her head, weeping; Lorenzo was beside her; an Englishman on foot gave employment to a pair of soldiers to get him along. As they came near at marching pace, Lorenzo yawned and raised his hand to his cheek, keeping the thumb pointed behind him. Including the girl, there were four prisoners: Vittoria was absent. The Englishman, as he was being propelled forward, addressed Angelo in French, asking him whether he could bear to see an unoffending foreigner treated with wanton violation of law. The soldiers bellowed at their captive, and Angelo sent a stupid shrug after him. They rounded a bend of the road. Angelo tightened the buckle at his waist.

"Now I trust you," he said to Jacopo. "Follow the length of five miles over the pa.s.s: if you don"t see me then, you have your liberty, tongue and all."

With that he doubled his arms and set forth at a steady run, leaving his companions to speculate on his powers of endurance. They did so complacently enough, until Jacopo backed him for a distance and Johann betted against him, when behold them at intervals taking a sharp trot to keep him in view.

CHAPTER XXVI

THE DUEL IN THE Pa.s.s

Meanwhile Captain Weisspriess had not been idle. Standing at a blunt angle of the ways converging upon Vittoria"s presumed destination, he had roused up the gendarmerie along the routes to Meran by Trent on one side, and Bormio on the other; and he soon came to the conclusion that she had rejected the valley of the Adige for the Valtelline, whence he supposed that she would be tempted either to cross the Stelvio or one of the pa.s.ses into Southernmost Tyrol. He was led to think that she would certainly bear upon Switzerland, by a course of reasoning connected with Angelo Guidascarpi, who, fleeing under the cross of blood, might be calculated on to push for the mountains of the Republic; and he might judging by the hazards-conduct the lady thither, to enjoy the fruits of crime and love in security. The captain, when he had discovered Angelo"s crest and name on the betraying handkerchief, had no doubts concerning the nature of their intimacy, and he was spurred by a new and thrice eager desire to capture the couple-the criminal for the purposes of justice, and the other because he had pledged his notable reputation in the chase of her. The conscience of this man"s vanity was extremely active. He had engaged to conquer the stubborn girl, and he thought it possible that he might take a mistress from the patriot ranks, with a loud ha! ha! at revolutionists, and some triumph over his comrades. And besides, he was the favourite of Countess Anna of Lenkenstein, who yet refused to bring her estates to him; she dared to trifle; she also was a woman who required rude lessons. Weisspriess, a poor soldier bearing the heritage of l.u.s.ty appet.i.tes, had an eye on his fortune, and served neither Mars alone nor Venus. Countess Anna was to be among that company a.s.sembled at the Castle of Sonnenberg in Meran; and if, while introducing Vittoria there with a discreet and exciting reserve, he at the same time handed over the a.s.sa.s.sin of Count Paul, a fine harvest of praise and various pleasant forms of female pa.s.sion were to be looked for-a rich vista of a month"s intrigue; at the end of it possibly his wealthy lady, thoroughly tamed, for a wife, and redoubled triumph over his comrades. Without these successes, what availed the fame of the keenest swordsman in the Austrian army?-The feast as well as the plumes of vanity offered rewards for the able exercise of his wits.

He remained at the sub-Alpine inn until his servant Wilhelm (for whom he had despatched the d.u.c.h.ess"s cha.s.seur, then in attendance on Vittoria) arrived from Milan, bringing his uniform. The cha.s.seur was directed on the Bormio line, with orders that he should cause the arrest of Vittoria only in the case of her being on the extreme limit of the Swiss frontier. Keeping his communications alert, Weisspriess bore that way to meet him. Fortune smiled on his strategy. Jacob Baumwalder f.e.c.kelwitz-full of wine, and discharging hurrahs along the road-met him on the bridge over the roaring Oglio, just out of Edolo, and gave him news of the fugitives. "Both of them were at the big hotel in Bormio," said Jacob; "and I set up a report that the Stelvio was watched; and so it is." He added that he thought they were going to separate; he had heard something to that effect; he believed that the young lady was bent upon crossing one of the pa.s.ses to Meran. Last night it had devolved on him to kiss away the tears of the young lady"s maid, a Valtelline peasant-girl, who deplored the idea of an expedition over the mountains, and had, with the usual cat-like tendencies of these Italian minxes, torn his cheek in return for his a.s.siduities. Jacob displayed the pretty scratch obtained in the Herr Captain"s service, and got his money for having sighted Vittoria and seen double. Weisspriess decided in his mind that Angelo had now separated from her (or rather, she from him) for safety. He thought it very probable that she would likewise fly to Switzerland. Yet, knowing that there was the attraction of many friends for her at Meran, he conceived that he should act more prudently by throwing himself on that line, and he sped Jacob Baumwalder along the Valtelline by Val Viola, up to Ponte in the Engadine, with orders to seize her if he could see her, and have her conveyed to Cles, in Tyrol. Vittoria being only by the gentlest interpretation of her conduct not under interdict, an unscrupulous Imperial officer might in those military times venture to employ the gendarmerie for his own purposes, if he could but give a plausible colour of devotion to the Imperial interests.

The cha.s.seur sped lamentingly back, and Weisspriess, taking a guide from the skirting hamlet above Edolo, quitted the Val Camonica, climbed the Tonale, and reached Vermiglio in the branch valley of that name, scientifically observing the features of the country as he went. At Vermiglio he encountered a brother officer of one of his former regiments, a fat major on a tour of inspection, who happened to be a week behind news of the army, and detained him on the pretext of helping him on his car-a mockery that drove Weisspriess to the perpetual reply, "You are my superior officer," which reduced the major to ask him whether he had been degraded a step. As usual, Weisspriess was pushed to a.s.sert his haughtiness, backed by the shadow of his sword. "I am a man with a family," said the major, modestly. "Then I shall call you my superior officer while they allow you to remain so," returned Weisspriess, who scorned a married soldier.

"I aspired to the Staff once myself," said the major. "Unfortunately, I grew in girth-the wrong way for ambition. I digest, I a.s.similate with a fatal ease. Stout men are doomed to the obscurer paths. You may quote Napoleon as a contrary instance. I maintain positively that his day was over, his sun was eclipsed, when his valet had to loosen the buckles of his waistcoat and breech. Now, what do you say?"

"I say," Weisspriess replied, "that if there"s a further depreciation of the paper currency, we shall none of us have much chance of digesting or a.s.similating either-if I know at all what those processes mean."

"Our good Lombard cow is not half squeezed enough," observed the major, confidentially in tone. "When she makes a noise-quick! the pail at her udders and work away; that"s my advice. What"s the verse?-our Zwitterwitz"s, I mean; the Viennese poet:- "Her milk is good-the Lombard cow; Let her be noisy when she pleases But if she kicks the pail, I vow, We"ll make her used to sharper squeezes: We"ll write her mighty deeds in CHEESES: (That is, if she yields milk enow)."

"Capital! capital!" the major applauded his quotation, and went on to speak of "that Zwitterwitz" as having served in a border regiment, after creating certain Court scandal, and of his carrying off a Wallach lady from her lord and selling her to a Turk, and turning Turk himself and keeping a harem. Five years later he reappeared in Vienna with a volume of what he called "Black Eagle Poems," and regained possession of his barony. "So far, so good," said the major; "but when he applied for his old commission in the army-that was rather too cool."

Weisspriess muttered intelligibly, "I"ve heard the remark, that you can"t listen to a man five minutes without getting something out of him."

"I don"t know; it may be," said the major, imagining that Weisspriess demanded some stronger flavours of gossip in his talk. "There"s no stir in these valleys. They arrested, somewhere close on Trent yesterday afternoon, a fellow calling himself Beppo, the servant of an Italian woman-a dancer, I fancy. They"re on the lookout for her too, I"m told; though what sort of capers she can be cutting in Tyrol, I can"t even guess."

The major"s car was journeying leisurely toward Cles. "Whip that brute!" Weisspriess sang out to the driver, and begging the major"s pardon, requested to know whither he was bound. The major informed him that he hoped to sup in Trent. "Good heaven! not at this pace," Weisspriess shouted. But the pace was barely accelerated, and he concealed his reasons for invoking speed. They were late in arriving at Trent, where Weisspriess cast eye on the imprisoned wretch, who declared piteously that he was the trusted and innocent servant of the Signorina Vittoria, and had been visiting all the castles of Meran in search of her. The captain"s man Wilhelm had been the one to pounce on poor Beppo while the latter was wandering disconsolately. Leaving him to howl, Weisspriess procured the loan of a horse from a colonel of cavalry at the Buon Consiglio barracks, and mounted an hour before dawn, followed by Wilhelm. He reached Cles in time to learn that Vittoria and her party had pa.s.sed through it a little in advance of him. Breakfasting there, he enjoyed the first truly calm cigar of many days. Gendarmes whom he had met near the place came in at his heels. They said that the party would positively be arrested, or not allowed to cross the Monte Pallade. The pa.s.ses to Meran and Botzen, and the road to Trent, were strictly guarded. Weisspriess hurried them forward with particular orders that they should take into custody the whole of the party, excepting the lady; her, if arrested with the others, they were to release: her maid and the three men were to be marched back to Cles, and there kept fast.

The game was now his own: he surveyed its pretty intricate moves as on a map. The character of Herr Johannes he entirely discarded: an Imperial officer in his uniform, sword in belt, could scarcely continue that meek performance. "But I may admire music, and entreat her to give me a particular note, if she has it," said the captain, hanging in contemplation over a coming scene, like a quivering hawk about to close its wings. His heart beat thick; which astonished him: hitherto it had never made that sort of movement.

From Cles he despatched a letter to the fair chatelaine at Meran, telling her that by dainty and skilful management of the paces, he was bringing on the intractable heroine of the Fifteenth, and was to be expected in about two or three days. The letter was entrusted to Wilhelm, who took the borrowed horse back to Trent.

Weisspriess was on the mule-track a mile above the last village ascending to the pa.s.s, when he observed the party of prisoners, and climbed up into covert. As they went by he discerned but one person in female garments; the necessity to crouch for obscurity prevented him from examining them separately. He counted three men and beheld one of them between gendarmes. "That must be my villain," he said.

It was clear that Vittoria had chosen to go forward alone. The captain praised her spirit, and now pushed ahead with hunter"s strides. He pa.s.sed an inn, closed and tenantless: behind him lay the Val di Non; in front the darker valley of the Adige: where was the prey? A storm of rage set in upon him with the fear that he had been befooled. He lit a cigar, to a.s.sume ease of aspect, whatever the circ.u.mstances might be, and gain some inward serenity by the outer reflection of it-not altogether without success. "My lady must be a doughty walker," he thought; "at this rate she will be in the Ultenthal before sunset." A wooded height ranged on his left as he descended rapidly. Coming to a roll of gra.s.s dotted with grey rock, he climbed it, and mounting one of the boulders, beheld at a distance of half-a-dozen stone-throws downward, the figure of a woman holding her hand cup-shape to a wayside fall of water. The path by which she was going rounded the height he stood on. He sprang over the rocks, catching up his clattering steel scabbard; and plunging through tinted leaf.a.ge and green underwood, steadied his heels on a sloping bank, and came down on the path with stones and earth and brambles, in time to appear as a seated pedestrian when Vittoria turned the bend of the mountain way.

Gracefully withdrawing the cigar from his mouth, and touching his breast with turned-in fingers, he accosted her with a comical operatic effort at her high notes "Italia!"

She gathered her arms on her bosom and looked swiftly round: then at the apparition of her enemy.

It is but an ironical form of respect that you offer to the prey you have been hotly chasing and have caught. Weisspriess conceived that he had good reasons for addressing her in the tone best suited to his character: he spoke with a ridiculous mincing suavity: "My pretty sweet! are you not tired? We have not seen one another for days! Can you have forgotten the enthusiastic Herr Johannes? You have been in pleasant company, no doubt; but I have been all-all alone. Think of that! What an exceedingly fortunate chance this is! I was smoking dolefully, and imagining anything but such a rapture.-No, no, mademoiselle, be mannerly." The captain blocked her pa.s.sage. "You must not leave me while I am speaking. A good governess would have taught you that in the nursery. I am afraid you had an inattentive governess, who did not impress upon you the duty of recognizing friends when you meet them! Ha! you were educated in England, I have heard. Shake hands. It is our custom-I think a better one-to kiss on the right cheek and the left, but we will shake hands."

"In G.o.d"s name, sir, let me go on," Vittoria could just gather voice to utter.

"But," cried the delighted captain, "you address me in the tones of a ba.s.so profundo! It is absurd. Do you suppose that I am to be deceived by your artifice?-rogue that you are! Don"t I know you are a woman? a sweet, an ecstatic, a darling little woman!"

He laughed. She shivered to hear the solitary echoes. There was sunlight on the farthest Adige walls, but damp shade already filled the East-facing hollows.

"I beg you very earnestly, to let me go on," said Vittoria.

"With equal earnestness, I beg you to let me accompany you," he replied. "I mean no offence, mademoiselle; but I have sworn that I and no one but I shall conduct you to the Castle of Sonnenberg, where you will meet the Lenkenstein ladies, with whom I have the honour to be acquainted. You see, you have nothing to fear if you play no foolish pranks, like a kicking filly in the pasture."

"If it is your pleasure," she said gravely; but he obtruded the bow of an arm. She drew back. Her first blank despair at sight of the trap she had fallen into, was clearing before her natural high courage.

"My little lady! my precious prima donna! do you refuse the most trifling aid from me? It"s because I"m a German."

"There are many n.o.ble gentlemen who are Germans," said Vittoria.

"It "s because I"m a German; I know it is. But, don"t you see, Germany invades Italy, and keeps hold of her? Providence decrees it so-ask the priests! You are a delicious Italian damsel, and you will take the arm of a German."

Vittoria raised her face. "Do you mean that I am your prisoner?"

"You did not look braver at La Scala"; the captain bowed to her.

"Ah, I forgot," said she; "you saw me there. If, signore, you will do me the favour to conduct me to the nearest inn, I will sing to you."

"It is precisely my desire, signorina.

You are not married to that man Guidascarpi, I presume? No, no: you are merely his... friend. May I have the felicity of hearing you call me your friend? Why, you tremble! are you afraid of me?"

"To tell the truth, you talk too much to please me," said Vittoria.

The captain praised her frankness, and he liked it. The trembling of her frame still fascinated his eyes, but her courage and the absence of all womanly play and cowering about her manner impressed him seriously. He stood looking at her, biting his moustache, and trying to provoke her to smile.

"Conduct you to the nearest inn; yes," he said, as if musing. "To the nearest inn, where you will sing to me; sing to me. It is not an objectionable scheme. The inns will not be choice: but the society will be exquisite. Say first, I am your sworn cavalier?"

"It does not become me to say that," she replied, feigning a demure sincerity, on the verge of her patience.

"You allow me to say it?"

She gave him a look of fire and pa.s.sed him; whereat, following her, he clapped hands, and affected to regard the movement as part of an operatic scena. "It is now time to draw your dagger," he said. "You have one, I"m certain."

"Anything but touch me!" cried Vittoria, turning on him. "I know that I am safe. You shall teaze me, if it amuses you."

"Am I not, now, the object of your detestation?"

"You are near being so."

"You see! You put on no disguise; why should I?"

This remark struck her with force.

"My temper is foolish," she said softly. "I have always been used to kindness."

He vowed that she had no comprehension of kindness; otherwise would she continue defiant of him? She denied that she was defiant: upon which he accused the hand in her bosom of clutching a dagger. She cast the dagger at his feet. It was n.o.bly done, and he was not insensible to the courage and inspiration of the act; for it checked a little example of a trial of strength that he had thought of exhibiting to an armed damsel.

"Shall I pick it up for you?" he said.

"You will oblige me," was her answer; but she could not control a convulsion of her underlip that her defensive instinct told her was best hidden.