the divisions into nooks.

"Don't you think this arrangement inviting, Chamilly? It has a history.
An engagement has taken place in each of these alcoves except one."

I looked around at them again; then asked:

"Which is the one?"

"The alcove we are in, mon frère."

I glanced at her, the moonlight still falling brokenly-upon the Venus
head, and could see a crimson blush sweep over her countenance and her
eyelids droop.

"Grace," I said--agitatedly, "Will you give me more of your evening
after the next dance you promised?"

"Take from then to the end!--three dances that I have kept for you
especially; I wish they were longer. But I am ashamed to sit here after
what I have happened to say."




CHAPTER XI.

THE "CAVE."