that you could not withstand the pleasures of a tête-a-tête; but where is the Chevalier de Sevignie, (she continued, on seeing Madeline shut the door) were you afraid to bring him, least I should rival you."
"He is gone, Madam," answered Madeline, in a faint voice, as she sat down on the nearest chair, unable any longer to support herself.
"Gone! (repeated the Countess, in a tone of amazement) but bless me, my dear, you look very pale, are you ill."
"No madam," Madeline attempted to say, but her voice failed her, and she burst into tears.
"Gracious heaven! (exclaimed the Countess, rising, and going to her, ) you terrify me beyond expression. Madeline, my love, what is the matter."
"Nothing, madam, (replied Madeline) only, only, (sobbing as if her heart would break) that I think, I believe—the Chevalier de Sevignie, is not quite so amiable as I once imagined."
