CHAPTER V.AT THE PIANO, CHIEFLY WITHOUT MUSIC.
Barely had the door shut behind them when Patrick let his heart out: 'The princess ?' He had a famished look, and Caroline glided along swiftly with her head bent, like one musing; his tone alarmed her; she lent him her ear, that she might get some understanding of his excitement, suddenly as it seemed to have come on him; but he was all in his hungry interrogation, and as she reached her piano and raised the lid, she saw it on tiptoe straining for her answer.
'I thought you were aware of my cousin's marriage.' 'Was I ?' said Patrick, asking it of himself, for his conscience would not acknowledge an absolute ignorance.

'No: I fought it, I wouldn't have a blot on her be suspected.

She's married! She's married to one of their princes!--married for a title!--and changed her religion! And Miss Adister, you're speaking of Adiante ?' 'My cousin Adiante.' 'Well did I hate the name! I heard it first over in France.

Our people wrote to me of her; and it's a name to set you thinking: Is she tender, or nothing like a woman,--a stone?
And I put it to my best friend there, Father Clement, who's a scholar, up in everything, and he said it was a name with a pretty sound and an ill meaning--far from tender; and a bad history too, for she was one of the forty-nine Danaides who killed their husbands for the sake of their father and was not likely to be the fiftieth, considering the name she bore.

It was for her father's sake she as good as killed her lover, and the two Adiantes are like enough: they're as like as a pair of hands with daggers.