At last dinner was announced; "She will surely join us at dinner," thought he.

He cast his eyes anxiously on the table; the napkins were laid for four only.

The baroness carelessly explained this to him as they sat down.

"Madame Raynal dines in her own room.

I am sorry to say she is indisposed." Camille muttered polite regrets: the rage of disappointment drove its fangs into him, and then came the heart-sickness of hope deferred.
The next day he saw her, but could not get a word with her alone.