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heard a ring, they thronged together into one such eainst the wall to keep

Fortunately the anterooe in uerite entered

She was dressed in black and veiled I could scarcely recognise her face

through the veil She went into the drawing-room and raised her veil

She was pale as marble

"I am here, Armand," she said; "you wished to seeher head fall on her hands, she burst into tears

I went up to her

"What is the matter?" I said to her in a low voice

She pressed my hand without a word, for tears still veiled her voice

But after a fewherself a little, she said to me: "You have been very unkind to ?" I answered, with a bitter s but what circumstances forced me to do"

I do not know if you have ever in your life experienced, or if you will

ever experience, what I felt at the sight of Marguerite

The last time she had come to see ; only, since then, she had been the mistress of

another man, other kisses than mine had touched her lips, tohich,

in spite of myself, my own reached out, and yet I felt that I loved this

woman as much, more perhaps, than I had ever loved her