"This is not your domino," said I, eagerly, as a blue silk one peeped from beneath her mantle; "and the sleeve, too,--did you wear this ?" She blushed slightly, and assented.
"I changed with the senhora, who wore mine all the evening." "And Power, then, was not your partner ?" "I should think not,--for I never danced." "Lucy, my love, are you ready?
Come, be quick." "Good-by, Mr.O'Malley, and _au revoir, n'est-ce pas ?_" I drew her glove from her hand as she spoke, and pressing my lips upon her fingers, placed her within the carriage.

"Adieu, and _au revoir!_" said I.
The carriage turned away, and a white glove was all that remained to me of Lucy Dashwood! The carriage had turned the angle of the road, and its retiring sounds were growing gradually fainter, ere I recovered myself sufficiently to know where I stood.

One absorbing thought alone possessed me.

Lucy was not lost to me forever; Power was not my rival in that quarter,--that was enough for me.

I needed no more to nerve my arm and steel my heart.