"I came along a passage in which there were dark shadows," he answered, "and sometimes I'm afraid of shadows."
"Well, I'm no shadow," laughed the soldier; "and why go along such passages? You are being looked for. Mademoiselle has sent for you."
"Ah, then I am happy again," said Jean. "I am all eagerness. Announce me. There are not many Mademoiselle sends for. I warrant she does not send for you, for instance."
"Think of your wonderful attractions, Jean," laughed the soldier.
"True; it's unique men like myself that the women favor. But you're a good fellow, and I am sorry for you," said the dwarf as he strutted by the side of the soldier.
Christine was seated by the window, and Jean hurried across the room, and bent his knee to her.
"You sent for me, mademoiselle."
"Did I? Oh, yes, I remember; it was because I was dull and would be amused. And there was something else; I will speak of it presently."
"I am in no humor to jest," said the dwarf.