Good-night,--and I say, Fair, hold your tongue about Aaron Burr.

Good-night!" In his room he put out the candle, parted the window curtains, and looked upon Orion, icily splendid in the midnight sky.

"What is there that is steadfast ?" he thought.

"Does she love him so ?" He stood for a long time looking out into the night.

He thought of that evening at Fontenoy when he had come in from the sultry and thunderous air and had found Rand seated in the drawing-room and Jacqueline at her harp, singing To Althea,-- "Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage." The words and the vision of Fontenoy that night were yet with him when at last he turned from the window and threw himself upon the bed, where he finally fell asleep with his arm flung up and across his eyes..