"I know him at home--in Norfolk.

I was not aware that he was in Paris.

But he will not be here to-night." "Why ?" "Because his father is dead." Lucille said nothing.

She obeyed the movements of his arm, and they danced, mingling with that gay throng, where the feet were lighter than the hearts, we may be sure.

They went through the whole dance in silence, as Phillip afterwards told me--and he tried in vain to engage Lucille's full attention to matters of passing interest.
"We must find my mother," she said at length, when the music had ceased.