but, though prevented by very particular business from making personal enquiries after her health, he still flatters himself he shall hear that she is well, and perfectly recovered from any fatigue that might have attended the amusements of last night."
Such a letter from de Sevignie, so cold, so formal, instead of the one she expected to receive from him, gave a shock to Madeline that almost annihilated every pleasing hope, every pleasing expectation. She sighed,—she leaned pensively against the window;—"I was mistaken then (said she to herself), in imagining de Sevignie had any thing important to say to me when he requested an interview; he only meant to have paid me what it seems is a customary compliment."
"The servant waits, my dear," said the Countess at length, rousing her from her reverie."
