which, whether I please or not, you will take."
"Well, I won't tease you any more (said Olivia); but let us quicken our pace, for supper waits."
They accordingly hastened to the banqueting-house, and the whole party then sat down to supper.
"I am sorry (cried Madame Chatteneuf), that de Sevignie could not stay with us to-night. Poor fellow, he looked extremely ill; but indeed I think he has done so for some days past."
"Yes, and so do I (said Olivia). I trust, however, his malady is not of an incurable nature;" and she glanced archly at Madeline.
"Heaven forbid it was (cried her mother, who took her in a serious light); I know few people whom, on so short an acquaintance, I should so much regret as de Sevignie; there is an elegance, a sweetness in his man-
