At present I should be ever so sorry if--" But over Muffat's shoulder she met Satin's gaze.

And she left him anxiously and in a grave voice continued: "This marriage must come off, my friend; I don't want to prevent your daughter's happiness.

The young man's most charming; you could not possibly find a better sort." And she launched into extraordinary praise of Daguenet.

The count had again taken her hands; he no longer refused now; he would see about it, he said, they would talk the matter over.

By and by, when he spoke of going to bed, she sank her voice and excused herself.