From this dream of bliss she was awakened by a burning kiss pressed on her lips, and a strong arm encircling her.
Gazing around and taking in the whole situation, she sprang from her seat, her eyes flashing with rage and scorn, her face flushed to the roots of her hair, her voice shaken with excitement, and every nerve trembling with angry emotion.
"How dare you do such a thing! Don't you know if my father were here he would crush you to the earth ?" "Not so fast, my lovely tigress," said Bastine, "your father knew what he was doing when he placed you in my charge." "My father made a great mistake, if he thought he had put me in charge of a gentleman." "I am your guardian for the present," replied Bastine.

"I am to see you safe home, and then my commission ends." "I wish it were ended now," she exclaimed, trembling with anger and mortification.

Her voice was choked by emotion, and broken by smothered sobs.

Louis Bastine thought to himself, "she is a real spitfire, but beautiful even in her wrath." During the rest of her journey Iola preserved a most freezing reserve towards Bastine.

At length the journey was ended.