There! Monsieur Deroulede," she added, turning to the young Frenchman who was standing close beside her, "take Mlle.

Juliette to hear the clavecin players.

I vow she is tired of my company." The gaily-dressed group was breaking up.

Juliette and Paul Deroulede were only too ready to stroll off arm-in-arm together, and Sir Andrew Ffoulkes was ever in attendance on his young wife.
For one moment Marguerite caught her husband's eye.

No one was within earshot.
"Percy," she said.
"Yes, m'dear." "When did you return ?" "Early this morning." "You crossed over from Calais ?" "From Boulogne." "Why did you not let me know sooner ?" "I could not, dear.