She woke in the hot and clammy night to cry "No, no! He would never dare to! She is here! I shall go boldly and demand to see her to-morrow!" Her womanly intuition told her the lines were broken.
And so, robed in fashion's shining armor, Alixe Delavigne counted the moments, until at four o'clock of the next afternoon her carriage waited in the bower-decked oval of the marble house.

A gloomy frown settled upon her face, as the impassive Hugh Johnstone approached her carriage, sun helmet in hand.

She scented treachery now! There were a dozen brilliant young officers longingly gazing at this sweet apparition in the gloomy gardens.

Even General Abercromby strutted out and displayed himself in the foreground, as Johnstone leaned over and gravely whispered to the pale-faced beauty: "My daughter has been sent away from the city for her health! Her absence is indefinite.

I will see you when General Abercromby leaves here in a week, and explain all.