She cast down her long lashes, and with the point of her satin slipper smoothed out the soft leaves of the clover at her feet.

"Listen; shall I tell you the story of our house?
Stop! some one is coming.

Don't move; remain as you are.

If you care for me, Carroll, collect yourself, and don't let that man think he has found US ridiculous." Her voice changed from its tone of slight caressing pleading to one of suppressed pride.

"HE will not laugh much, Captain Carroll; truly, no." The figure of Garnier, bright, self-possessed, courteous, appeared at the opening of the labyrinth.