away, that was rest for her!

"And where shall we go?"

"That is the surprise! You know that the Prince and his wife intend
travelling!"

"Yes; but they refused to say where they were going;" interrupted Jeanne,
with a troubled expression.

"Not to me. They are going to Switzerland. Well, we shall join them
there."

Jeanne arose like a startled deer when it hears the sound of a gun.

"Join them there!" she exclaimed.

"Yes; to continue the journey together. A party of four; two newly-
married couples. It will be charming. I spoke to Serge on the subject.
He objected at first, but the Princess came to my assistance. And when
he saw that his wife and I were agreed, he commenced to laugh, and said:
'You wish it? I consent. Don't say anything more!' It is all very well
to talk of love's solitude; in about a fortnight, passed tete-a-tete,
Serge will be glad to have us. We will go to Italy to see the lakes; and
there, in a boat, all four, of us will have such pleasant times."

Cayrol might have gone on talking for an hour, but Jeanne was not
listening. She was thinking. Thus all the efforts which she had decided
to make to escape from him whom she loved would be useless. An
invincible fatality ever brought her toward him whom she was seeking to