should never have recognised you with those blue spectacles."
"What a happy thought!" said Leon. "I should never have known you under that black veil."
"What a happy thought!" she repeated. " Let us be quick and take our seats; suppose the train were to start without us ! . . ." (and she squeezed his arm tightly). "No one will suspect us. I am now with Clara and her husband, on the way to their country house, where, to-morrow, I must say good-bye to her; . . . and," she added, laughing and lowering her head, "she left an hour ago; and to-morrow, after passing the last evening with her, . . . (again she pressed his arm), to-morrow, in the morning, she will leave me at the station, where I shall meet Ursula, whom I sent on ahead to my aunt's. . . . Oh ! I have arranged everything. Let us take our tickets. . . . They can not possibly guess who we are. Oh ! suppose they ask our names at the inn? I have forgotten them already. . . . "
"Monsieur and Madame Duru."
"Oh no! Not Duru. There was a shoe- maker called that at the pension."
"Dumont, then?"
"Daumont."
