Felicia was waiting for me, and for a moment I forgot to ask any questions,--forgot everything except the pleasure of looking at her.

She wore a black lace gown,--beautifully cut, and modelled to perfection to reveal the delicate outline of her figure,--a rope of pearls, and a large hat and veil, arranged as only those can arrange them who have learnt how to dress in Paris.

She looked at me a little anxiously.
"You like me ?" she asked.

"I will do ?" "You are charming," I answered, "You take my breath away.

Indeed, mademoiselle, I have never dined with any one so charming." She dropped me a little curtsey.