All the consolation that I can lavish upon you, the tenderest sympathy--" "My dear Joan, in the name of Heaven, explain first, and then console!" "You told me nothing, my child--I have a right to complain; but I have divined all.

I can read your heart.

I am sure that you love him." "Of whom do you speak ?" replied Antoinette, whose colour rose in her cheeks.
"Of a most charming man, who, either through inconceivable stupidity, or through most criminal calculation, neglected to tell us that he was married." And with these words, Mlle.

Moiseney extended both arms, that she might receive into them Mlle.

Moriaz, whom she believed to be already swooning.
Mlle.