Aha! It was this gentleman who looked into people's eyes and stammered so sincerely over a pretty speech that you almost believed him, it was he who was to marry Fanchon Bareaud--"if he remembers!" No wonder Fanchon had been in such a hurry to get him away....

"If he remembers!" Such was that young man's character, was it?
Miss Carewe laughed aloud to her pillow: for, was one to guess the reason, also, of his not having come to her ball?
Had the poor man been commanded to be "out of town ?" Then, remembering the piquant and generous face of Fanchon, Betty clinched her fingers tightly and crushed the imp who had suggested the unworthy thought, crushed him to a wretched pulp and threw him out of the open window.

He immediately sneaked in by the back way, for, in spite of her victory, she still felt a little sorry for poor Fanchon..