We count upon you, and be assured that the more friends you bring with you the better we shall be pleased." Had Martial seen the smile upon Chanlouineau's lips when he requested him to leave the date for the wedding a blank, he would certainly have suspected that he had been caught in a snare.

But he was in love.
"Ah! Marquis," remarked his father one day, "Chupin tells me you are always at Lacheneur's.

When will you recover from your _penchant_ for that little girl ?" Martial did not reply.

He felt that he was at that "little girl's" mercy.

Each glance of hers made his heart throb wildly.