She has grown thinner, and perhaps her cheek is a trifle paler, but her forehead was burning and seemed to scorch my lips as I kissed her.

With this exception, however, there was nothing else about her that would betray her tortures.

Modeste, her maid, told me, moreover, that when night came she seemed utterly worn out, and the poor girl, with tears in her eyes, declared 'that her dear mistress was killing herself.'" Andre's eyes overflowed with tears.
"What have I done to deserve such love ?" asked he.
A door suddenly opened, and Andre and the Viscountess turned hastily at the sound.

It was Van Klopen who came in, crying, according to his usual custom,-- "Well, and whose turn is it next ?" When, however, he saw Gaston, his face grew white, and it was with a smile that he stepped towards him, motioning back the lady whose turn it was, and who protested loudly against this injustice.
"Ah, M.de Gandelu," said he, "you have come, I suppose, to bespeak some fresh toilettes for that exquisite creature, Zora de Chantemille ?" "Not to-day," returned Gaston.

"Zora is a little indisposed." Andre, however, who had arranged the narrative that he was about to pour into the ears of the famous Van Klopen, was in too much haste to permit of any unnecessary delay.
"We have come here," said he hurriedly, "upon a matter of some moment.
My friend, M.Gaston de Gandelu, is about to leave Paris for some months, and, before doing so, is anxious to settle all outstanding accounts, and retire all his bills, which may not yet have fallen due." "Have I any bills of M.de Gandelu ?" said Van Klopen slowly.