They sat apart from the dancers, and feeling neither her words nor any subsequent agitation could be remarked, she placed her trembling hand in St.Eval's, and said, almost inarticulately-- "Eugene, tell me, does Arthur--Mr.Myrvin accompany Lord Louis to-night?
Do not deceive me." "He does," he replied instantly, "and what detains them I cannot understand.

But fear nothing, dearest Emmeline, I know all; you may trust me, fear nothing.

And now your promise--the quadrille is formed, they only wait for us." "I know all, fear nothing," Emmeline internally repeated, her whole frame trembling with agitation, as kindly and encouragingly St.Eval led her to the place assigned them.

She forced herself to think only on the dance, on the amusing anecdotes he was telling her, on the light laugh, the ready jest that were sparkling around her.

Her natural grace in dancing forsook her not, nor did she refuse her sister's request, when the quadrille was finished, that she would take out her harp.