Samuel Brohl perceived her from afar on the veranda, which she had just stepped out upon in order to watch for his arrival.

He had forgotten himself in the park, which should one day be his park, and she was beginning to be uneasy about his coming.
She cried out to him: "At last! You always make us wait for you," adding, in a most affable tone, "We meet to-day under less tragic circumstances than the last time you were here, and I hope you will bear away a pleasanter remembrance of Maisons." He respectfully kissed her hand, saying: "Happiness must be purchased; I cannot pay too dearly for mine." She ushered him into the _salon_, where he had scarcely set foot, when he descried an old woman lounging on a _causeuse_, fanning herself as she chatted with Abbe Miollens.

He remained motionless, his eyes fixed, scarcely breathing, cold as marble; it seemed to him that the four walls of the _salon_ swayed from right to left, and left to right, and that the floor was sliding from under his feet like the deck of a pitching vessel.
The previous day, Antoinette once departed, Mme.

de Lorcy had resumed her attack on Princess Gulof, and the princess had ended by consenting to delay her departure, to dine with the adventurer of the green eyes, and to subject him to a close scrutiny.

There she was; yes, it was indeed she! The first impulse of Samuel Brohl was to regain the door as speedily as possible; but he did nothing of the kind.