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 too touching! I have done nothing, nothing to to deserve it."

"Nothing whatsoever," said the Duke drily.

"Oh he," said Zuleika, "thinks me an unredeemed brute; just because I don't love him. You, dear Mr. MacQuern—does one call you 'Mr.'? 'The' would sound so odd in the vocative. And I can't very well call you 'MacQuern'—you don't think me unkind, do you? I simply can't bear to think of all these young lives cut short without my having done a thing to brighten them. What can I do?—what can I do to show my gratitude?"

An idea struck her. She looked up to the lit window of her room. "Mélisande!" she called.

A figure appeared at the window. "Mademoiselle désire?"

"My tricks, Mélisande! Bring down the box, quick!" She turned excitedly to the two young men. "It is all I can do in return, you see. If I could dance for them, I would. If I could sing, I would sing to them. I do what I can. You," she said to the Duke, "must go on to the platform and announce it."

"Announce what?"

"Why, that I am going to do my tricks! All you need say is 'Ladies and gentlemen, I have the pleasure to' What is the matter now?"

"You make me feel slightly unwell," said the Duke.