Her eye rested on Paul, and he bowed ceremoniously.

The banker was delighted, for he had not believed much in her self-command.

But Flavia had taken his advice to heart, and when seated at table abstained from casting a glance in Paul's direction.

When dinner was over and many of the guests had sat down to whist; Flavia ventured to approach Paul, and in a low voice, which shook a little in spite of her efforts, said,-- "Will you not play me one of your own compositions, M.Violaine ?" Paul was but a medium performer, but Flavia seemed in the seventh heaven, while her father and Dr.Hortebise, who had taken their seats not far away, watched the young couple with much anxiety.
"How she adores him!" whispered the banker.

"And yet I cannot judge of the effect that she has produced upon him." "Surely Mascarin will worm it all out of him to-morrow," returned the doctor.