It was Sabine de Mussidan.

The Count, as the season came on, had gone to Germany, the Countess had flitted away to Luzon, and the daughter was sent to the dull old country mansion in charge of her old aunt.

It was the old, old story; two young hearts loving with all the truth and energy of their natures.

They had exchanged a few words on their first meeting, and on the next Sabine went on to the balcony and watched the rapid play of Andre's chisel with childish delight.

For a long time they conversed, and Sabine was surprised at the education and refinement of the young workman.