M.Moriaz was enchanted to find himself once more in company with his dear Camille; but he kept asking himself, mournfully, "Why is not he to be my son-in-law ?" Antoinette had several attacks of abstraction; she did not, however, omit the least friendly attention to Camille.

Love had become master of this generous soul; it might cause it to commit many imprudences, but it was not in its power to cause it to commit an injustice.
At nine o'clock M.Langis mounted his horse and took his departure.
Meanwhile, Mlle.

Moriaz, her arm resting on the ledge of her window, was meditating on the strange conduct of Count Larinski as she gazed on the stars; the sky was without clouds, unless a little black speck above Mount-Valerien might be so called.Mlle.

Moriaz's heart swelled with emotion, and she felt implicit confidence that all would be arranged the next day.

What is one black spot in the immensity of a starry sky?
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