Peeping from her window, she saw a carriage drive up, and, to her inexpressible delight, M.de Breulh-Faverlay alighted from it.
"Heaven has heard my prayer, and sent him to me," murmured she.
"What do you intend to do, Mademoiselle ?" asked the devoted Modeste; "will you speak to him now ?" "Yes, I will.

My mother is still in her dressing-room, and no one will venture to disturb my father in the library.

If I meet M.de Breulh-Faverlay in the hall and take him into the drawing-room, I shall have time for a quarter of an hour's talk, and that will be sufficient." Calling up all her courage, she left her room on her errand.

Had Andre seen the man selected by the Count de Mussidan for his daughter's husband, he might well have been proud of her preference for him.

M.de Breulh-Faverlay was one of the best known men in Paris, and fortune had showered all her blessings on his head.