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"Yes," he said "Your ht because she believes you and I have been too ether of late"

"No," declared Dorise "I'h--I'ht I'll see about it e get back We leave the hotel at half-past nine It is the great White Ball of the Nice season"

"Please don't ed "If you did it would at once show her that you preferred my company to that of the Count Go with him I shan't be jealous! Besides, in view of ht have I to be jealous? You can't marry a fellow like irl halted In her eyes shone the light of unshed tears

"Hugh! What do youvoice "Have I not told you that whatever happens I shall never love anotherbreath, and without replying placed his strong ar her to him, kissed her passionately upon the lips

"Thank you, ," he murmured "Thank you for those words They put into me a fresh hope, a fresh determination, and a fearlessness--oh! you--you don't know!" he added in a low, earnest voice

"All I know, Hugh, is that you love me," was the simple response as she reciprocated his fierce caress

"Love you, darling!" he cried "Yes You are h I love no other e Sherrard, and as for the Count--well, he's an idiotic Frenchman--the 'hardy annual of Monte Carlo' I heard hih, I assure you that you have no cause for jealousy"

And she sether beneath a twisted old olive tree through the dark foliage of which the sun shone in patches, while by their feet the h, snow-clad Alps rippled and splashed over the great grey boulders towards the sea

"I know it, darling! I know it," Hugh said in a stifled voice He was thinking of the tragedy of that night, but dare not disclose to her his connexion with it, because he knew the police suspected hi that ive irl, still clasped in her lover's arms "But somehow you don't seem your old self to-day What is thebreath