In the midst of such murmurs she arose, walked to the window, and once more fanned her cheeks with the cooling breath of heaven, which afforded momentary relief.
As the large plate mirror opposite reflected the tear stains upon her pale but lovely face, Lady Rosamond resolved to banish all traces of sorrow.

Returning from the adjoining dressing-room not a shade clouded the features of the suffering girl.

The silken ringlets of her raven black hair were rearranged with bewildering profusion, while the feverish blush added to her surpassing charms.

A faint smile passed over Lady Rosamond's features as she tried to appear gay and assumed those girlish charms which made friends on every side, from Sir Howard to the youngest member in the household.

"Oh, dear, what shall I do ?" escaped the lips of the sufferer.