CHAPTER XIII.
Ladie Amelia's Story.
A few hours later, and Lady Lisle was seated in her boudoir, exquisitely attired.

She, who knew so well the effect of every fold in her dress, of every flower she wore or carried; she, who had studied the art of looking beautiful more completely than any other woman, had not neglected her most potent charm.

She wore a dinner dress of white silk, with crimson flowers, that suited her dark, glowing beauty to perfection.

An elegant toilet! No jewels, but a massive golden bracelet on one arm, and a golden chain of exquisite workmanship round her neck.
"I knew you would come," she said, looking up with a smile as Basil was shown into her boudoir; "I knew you would not fail me.

We shall have time for a long conversation.