He slightly knit his brows at this request, and resumed that sombre, almost savage, air he had worn when he met Antoinette at the foot of the mountain.

He urged in excuse the lateness of the hour, but he allowed the promise to be wrested from him that he would be more complaisant the next day.
When he was gone, accompanied by M.Moriaz, who said he would walk a little distance with him, Antoinette exclaimed: "You see, my dear--it was not he." "Suppose I was wrong," replied Mlle.

Moiseney, in a piqued tone--"you will at least grant that he is handsome ?" "As handsome as you please.

Do you know what I think of when I look at him?
A haunted castle.

And I feel curious to make the acquaintance of the goblins that visit it." Notwithstanding his promise, Count Larinski did not reappear before the lapse of three days; but this time he gave all the music that was asked of him.