'I see! Young man in a garret--starving--_au desespoir._ Enter Providence, _alias_ my papa--with fame in one hand and gold in the other.

Ah, _que tu es comedien, mon pere.

A la bonne heure_!--I now order the carriage!' She moved toward the bell, but paused suddenly:-- 'I forgot--Arthur was to come before six.' A slight silence fell between the father and daughter.
Lord Findon cleared his throat, took up the evening paper and laid it down again.
'Eugenie!' 'Yes, papa.' Lord Findon went up to her and took her hand.

She stood with downcast eyes, the other hand playing with the folds of her dress.

Her father's face was discomposed.
'Eugenie!' he broke out.