few moments' silence, she said, with a totally changed tone, "I will not be lost by one such young person as you."
Poor Lucy, little imagining how much this threat imported, took her protégée to her narrow bed, where they soon fell asleep together, while Adéle lay tossing on hers, and contriving a cruel plot.
the next morning, while Mrs. Hartell was in the nursery, during some very common conversation about French embroidery, Adéle asked, as it seemed, casually, "if madame had found the superb cape she had missed." Mrs. Hartell said she had not; "that she and her maid had searched everywhere for it; she was sure it must have been stolen; and if it were not for letting Mr. Hartell know how much it cost, she would get him to inquire at the police-office."
"Oh, madame! cost so much! it was but seven hundred franc—one hundred and fifty dollar for the most superb 'broidery of Paris, and the full Mechlin trimming the most rich, is nothing at all!"
Mrs. Hartell was really mortified at having set a higher value on a particular sum than her liberal domestic, and she replied, "Oh, of course it is not the money it cost I care about; but there is not such another cape in New-York. Nobody has any-