picturesquely gentlemanly young fellow, with his gentle audacities
of compliment, his caressing attentions, and his unfailing and equal
address. And when, discovering that she had mislaid her fan for the
fifth time that morning, he started up with equal and undiminished fire
to go again and fetch it, the look of grateful pleasure and pleading
perplexity in her pretty eyes might have turned a less conceited brain
than his.

"But you don't know where it is!"

"I shall find it by instinct."

"You are spoiling me--you two." The parenthesis was a hesitating
addition, but she continued, with fresh sincerity, "I shall be quite
helpless when I leave here--if I am ever able to go by myself."

"Don't ever go, then."

"But just now I want my fan; it is so close everywhere to-day."

"I fly, mademoiselle."

He started to the door.

She called after him:--

"Let me help your instinct, then; I had it last in the major's study."

"That was where I was going."