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'No,' said Emily, earied by her loquacity 'What, ma'amselle, don't you reondola, at the last regatta, and won the prize? And

who used to sing such sweet verses about Orlandos and about the

Black-a-ne, yes, that was the name,

all under hts at

Venice? O! I have listened to hiood Annette,' said Emily; 'for it seems his

verses have stolen thy heart But let me advise you; if it is so, keep

the secret; never let him know it' 'Ah--ma'amselle!--how can one keep such a secret as that?' 'Well, Annette, I am now so much better, that you ot to ask--how did you sleep in this

dreary old chaht?'--'As well as usual'--'Did you hear

no noises?'--'None'--'Nor see anything?'--'Nothing'--'Well, that is

surprising!'--'Not in the least: and now tell me, why you ask these

questions' 'O, ma'amselle! I would not tell you for the world, nor all I have heard

about this chahten you so'

'If that is all, you have frightened me already, andyour conscience'

'O Lord! they say the room is haunted, and has been so these host, then, who can draw bolts,' said Eh away her apprehensions; 'for I left the door open, last night,

and found it fastened this ' Annette turned pale, and said not a word 'Do you knohether any of the servants fastened this door in the

, before I rose?' 'No, ma'am, that I will be bound they did not; but I don't know: shall

I go and ask,hastily towards the

corridor 'Stay, Annette, I have another question to ask; tellthis rooo and ask it all directly, ma'am; besides, I am sure my lady