She would read the _New York Herald_, which she had absolutely not glanced at since their arrival at Carlsbad, so absorbed and entranced had she been in her walks in the green woods, and so little interested was she ever in the doings of the world.
She glanced at the Trouville news, and the Homburg news with wandering mind, and then her eye fell upon the polo at Ostende, and there she read that the English team had been giving a delightful dance at the Casino, where Mr.Michael Arranstoun had sumptuously entertained a party of his friends--amongst them Miss Daisy Van der Horn.

The paragraph was worded with that masterly simplicity which distinguishes intelligent, modern journalism; and left the reader's mind confused as to words, but clear as to suggestion.

Sabine Howard knew Miss Daisy Van der Horn.

As she read, the bright, soft color left her cheeks, and then returned with a brilliant flush.
It was the first time for five years she had ever read the name of Arranstoun in any paper.

She held the sheet firmly, and perused all the other information of the day--but when she put it down, and joined in the general conversation, it could have been remarked that her eyes were glittering like fixed stars.
And when, for a moment, they all went out on the balcony to breathe in the warm, soft night, she whispered to Henry Fordyce: "I have been thinking--I will, at all events, begin to take steps to be free." But to his rapturous, "My darling!" she replied, with lowered lids: "It will take some time--and you may not like waiting--And when I am free--I do not know--only--I am tired, and I want someone to help me to forget and begin again.