because he repels me. And yet I'm so sorry for him, so
terribly sorry. ..."
And she continued to weep as though her heart wou d
break. , .
That same evening, as she sat broodmg before her nre, Marie came in to inquire whether Monsieur de Beauvais and two friends might call on her later.
"No," said Lina instantly.
"But, Mademoiselle," coaxed Marie, who said what she pleased to her mistress, "Monsieur lias asked twice before whether he might call, always with friends, bien entendu, and really it would do Mademoiselle good to receive company this evening instead of moping all alone before the fire. And there's enough for supper—plenty of cold chicken, and salad, and then the champagne . . . really, it would be like old times."
"Well," Lina told her, "perhaps even that would be preferable to sitting alone over the fire all night."
"Then we may prepare the supper?"
"And Mademoiselle's new dress?"
"The crinoline? I suppose I might as well wear it. I never have yet. But, all the same, to dress up like that
for Monsieur de Beauvais ..."
"But Mademoiselle may never have another opportunity of wearing the dress!"
"I know. That is exactly what I meant. M put it on. After all, Monsieur Worth took great trouble to make it."
The new dress was of ivory taffeta, with the fashionable crinoline effect, trimmed with ribbons of apple-green. " "Mademoiselle," said Marie, "can hardly wear her
"No, I need emeralds, don't I? Well, as I havent any—yet—give me my pearls, and the diamond brooch.