the very next evening the fickle siren appeared at the theatre on the arm of Baron Hompesch, and-as his avowed mistress.
This story now seemed strongly to retrace itself in the count's memory, who began to construe the baron's ironical sneers as an insult. Advancing therefore to the latter's chair, he whispered to him:
"Baron, I am curious to know, how far you are concerned in the occurrences of this night?"
The baron with a deep inclination of his head and a bitter smile, returned in Spanish, "My lord, you shall have all possible ecclaircissement on my part."
This was not the place to insist on its being given immediately. The count retiring with a mien expressive of satisfaction, manifested by his deportment every symptom of resentment which glowed in his heart.
Caroline now took great pains to make ts forget the oddity of her conduct. She attempted personally to console the count, telling him with a smile, "that she would try him for once on the morrow;" but it made
