thanked me gravely "We have letters," said Mr. Galloway; "one in especial is to a gentleman whom we hope to meet in this place. Have you heard in your travels of the Count of Albany?" 

 "He has arrived," said I, "two days ago. Even now he is in the chamber above us at dinner." 

 The news interested them hugely. 

 "You have seen him?" they cried.  "What is he like?" 

 "An elderly gentleman in poor health, a man who has travelled much, and, I judge, has suffered something from fortune. He has a fondness for the English, so you will be welcome, sirs; but he was indisposed yesterday, and may still be unable to receive you. His daughter travels with him and tends his old age." 

 "And you—you have spoken with him?" 

 "The night before last I was in his company. We talked of many things, including the late war. He is somewhat of your opinion on matters of government." 

 The four looked at each other, and then Mr. Galloway rose. 

 "I ask your permission, Mr. Townshend, to consult for a moment with my friends. The matter is of some importance, and I would beg you to await us."  So saying, he led the others out of doors, and I heard them withdraw to a corner of the loggia. Now, thought I, there is something afoot, and my long-sought romance approaches fruition. The company of the Marjolaine, whom the Count had sung of, have arrived at last. 

 Presently they returned and seated themselves at the table. 

 "You can be of great assistance to us, Mr. Townshend, and we would fain take you into our confidence. Are you aware who is this Count of Albany?" 

 I nodded.  "It is a thin disguise to one familiar with history." 

 "Have you reached any estimate of his character or capabilities? You speak to friends, and, let me tell you, it is a matter which deeply concerns the Count's interests." 

 "I think him a kindly and pathetic old gentleman. He naturally bears the mark of forty years' sojourn in the wilderness." 

 Mr. Galloway took snuff. 

 "We have business with him, but it is business which stands in need of an agent. There is no one in the Count's 

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