CHAPTER III.
"_WHERE_ IS SYLVIA ?" "What called me back?
A voice of happy childhood, "Yet might I not bewail the vision gone, My heart so leapt to that dear loving tone." Mrs.HEMANS, "An Hour of Romance." She did not find out her mistake.

She passed through the room and entered the vestibule into which it led, quite confident that she would meet the others in an instant.

There were several groups standing about this vestibule as there had been in the other, but none composed of the figures she was looking for.
"They must have passed on," said Sylvia to herself; "I wish they hadn't; perhaps they never noticed I wasn't beside them." Then for the first time a slight feeling of anxiety seized her.

She hurried quickly across the ante-room where she was standing, to find herself in another "salle," which was quite unlike any of the others she had seen.

Instead of oil-paintings, it was hung round with colourless engravings.