say nothing of my indisposition; I am sure I shall be better to-morrow."
"Your Ladyship will not then come down to-night."
"No;—who is with the Marquis?"
"Monsieur D'Alembert; my Lord the Count I understand is out. 'Tis very bold to be sure of me to speak on the subject, but I cannot help saying I wonder how he can like to ramble through the forest after it is dark."
Madeline rose in much agitation—"I suppose the Marquis (said she, wishing to change the conversation), will soon go to supper."
"Oh yes, Ma'am; you know, since my Lord the Count's custom of rambling has been known, the Marquis never waits for him after a certain hour."
"True," cried Madeline. She then repeated her good night, and the maid retired.
Alternately traversing her chamber, alternately looking from the window, Madeline
