"How pale you are!" he said to her.

"Are you not well?
You are cold .-- Pray, Mlle.

Moiseney, make yourself useful and prepare her a mulled egg; you know I do not permit her to be sick." It was not the mulled egg that restored Mlle.

Moriaz's color.

The next morning as she was giving a drawing lesson to her _protegee_, Count Abel was announced.