Churwalden pleased her as much as Saint Moritz; apparently, she was gay, tranquil, perfectly happy.

Had her delusion passed away?
Had she changed her mind?
M.Moriaz did not know; but he surmised that still waters should be mistrusted, and that a young girl's imagination is like an abyss.

One thoroughly good warning is worth two indifferent ones; henceforth, he feared everything.

"If I speak to her," thought he, "I shall not be able to dissimulate my joy, and perhaps she will go into hysterics." He had a horror of hysterics; he resolved to have recourse to Mlle.

Moiseney, and he said to her, abruptly: "I suppose, mademoiselle, that you are acquainted with all that has passed, and that Antoinette has given you her confidence ?" She opened her eyes wide, and was on the point of answering that she knew nothing; but she restrained herself, and setting her little pointed head erect on her thin shoulders, she said, proudly, "Can you imagine that Antoinette would keep any secrets from me ?" "Heaven forbid!" replied he.