His name was the Vicomte D'Aubarde, and he was known to most of us, though to the young lady he appeared to be a stranger.

They talked earnestly for an hour or more.
When she left--he accompanied her!" The Englishman had grown paler.

Madame saw it and smiled.

Her lover perhaps! It was good to make him suffer.
"Flossie here," she continued, "was outside, and saw them depart.

They drove off together in the Vicomte's coupe.