I had been thinking of myself before; but this opened quite another window.

"What will the Vidame say, Kit ?" She dropped her kerchief from her face, and turned so pale that I was sorry I had spoken--apart from the kick Croisette gave me.

"Is M.de Bezers at his house ?" she asked anxiously.
"Yes," Croisette answered.

"He came in last night from St.Antonin, with very small attendance." The news seemed to set her fears at rest instead of augmenting them as I should have expected.

I suppose they were rather for Louis de Pavannes, than for herself.