this up."

"And yet it is so easy!" replied Adrienne; and she pronounced with
inexpressible softness, a name in itself soft, "The village of
Shumshabad."

"You appear to have an infallible process for remembering geographical
names," said the count, continuing: "'Once arrived at the camp, Colonel
Drake received the kindest hospitality, and Prince Djalma treated him
with the respect of a son. It was there that the colonel became
acquainted with some facts, which carried to the highest pitch his
enthusiasm for prince Djalma. I heard him relate the two following.

"'In one of the battles, the prince was accompanied by a young Indian of
about twelve years of age, whom he loved tenderly, and who served him as
a page, following him on horseback to carry his spare weapons. This child
was idolized by its mother; just as they set out on the expedition, she
had entrusted her son to Prince Djalma's care, saying, with a stoicism
worthy of antiquity, "Let him be your brother." "He shall be my brother,"
had replied the prince. In the height of a disastrous defeat, the child
is severely wounded, and his horse killed; the prince, at peril of his
life, notwithstanding the perception of a forced retreat, disengages him,
and places him on the croup of his own horse; they are pursued; a
musket-ball strikes their steed, who is just able to reach a jungle, in
the midst of which, after some vain efforts, he falls exhausted. The
child is unable to walk, but the prince carries him in his arms, and
hides with him in the thickest part of the jungle. The English arrive,
and begin their search; but the two victims escape. After a night and a
day of marches, counter-marches, stratagems, fatigues, unheard-of perils,
the prince, still, carrying the child, one of whose legs is broken,
arrives at his father's camp, and says, with the utmost simplicity, "I
had promised his mother that I would act a brother's part by him--and I
have done so."'

"That is admirable!" cried the count.

"Go on--pray go on!" said Adrienne, drying a tear, without removing her
eyes from the bas-relief, which she continued to contemplate with growing
adoration.

The count continued: "'Another time, Prince Djalma, followed by two black
slaves, went, before sunrise, to a very wild spot, to seize a couple of
tiger cubs only a few days old. The den had been previously discovered.
The two old tigers were still abroad. One of the blacks entered the den
by a narrow aperture; the