love and affection, while in Kitty's breast there was a feeling she
had never felt before. Her joyousness departed, her eyes glanced at
the singer in a half-frightened manner, and she clung closer to
Madame Midas as if she were afraid, as indeed she was.

When Vandeloup finished the song he dashed into a riotous student
song which he had heard many a time in midnight Paris, and finally
ended with singing Alfred de Musset's merry little chanson, which he
thought especially appropriate to Kitty:--

Bonjour, Suzon, ma fleur des bois, Es-tu toujours la plus jolie, Je
reviens, tel que tu me vois,

D'un grand votage en Italie.

Altogether Kitty had enjoyed her evening immensely, and was quite
sorry when Brown came to take her home. Madame wrapped her up well
and put her in the buggy, but was rather startled to see her flushed
cheeks, bright eyes, and the sudden glances she stole at Vandeloup,
who stood handsome and debonair in the moonlight.

'I'm afraid I've made a mistake,' she said to herself as the buggy
drove off.

She had, for Kitty had fallen in love with the Frenchman.

And Gaston?

He walked back to the house beside Madame, thinking of Kitty, and
humming the gay refrain of the song he had been singing--