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voice is familiar to my ears" He addressed the black rey His reas small She nity

"And permit me to say," returned the black mask, "that while your voice

is not fa to my ears And if

you do not at once resume your seat, I shall be forced to ask aid of

yonder priest"

"Yes, yes! that voice I have heard before!" Then, quick as a flash, he

had plucked the strings of hera round, piquant face,

nohite with fury

"Oh, Monsieur!" she cried; "if I were a ," whispered Bouchard to Du Puys

"Anne de Vaudemont?" exclaimed the vicomte; "in Rochelle?" The vicomte

stepped back confused He stared undecidedly at mademoiselle's

companion She deliberately turned her back

Victor was upon his feet, and his bottle of wine lay frothing on the

floor He careeable to h in the air He was not so tall a

man as the vicomte, but his shoulders were as broad and his chest as

deep

Neither the vicomte nor the poet heard the surprised exclarey er threw her arms around her, but never took her

eyes from the flushed countenance of Victor de Saumaise