ted Jacquemin; and he then proceeded to draw a comical picture of possible adventures wherein figured w

other side of the table. The pretty women and fashionably dressed men made the air resound with gayety and laughter, while the awnings flapped joyously in the wind, and the boat glided on, cutting the smooth water, in which were reflected the long shadows of the aspens and willows on the banks, and the white clo

tty it is! H

known anything about all this? It i

, and to whom the Baroness had made him give a card of invitation, "we are now entering s

which recalled the pictures of the salon, were a delightful nov

garians say proudly: "It has the color and the price of gold;" and the liquor disappeared beneath the moustache of the Russian General as in a funnel. The little Baroness, as she sipped it with pretty little airs o

as to be able to offer to my guests a new and strange dish. I will give you the receipt also, J

crezia Borgia," laughe

ow Lucrezi

no longer savages, Baroness, believe me. If you wa

; but the Hungarian was neither listening to nor thinking of Yamada. He was entirely absorbed in the contemplation of Marsa; and, with lips a little compressed, he fixe

lly, his eyes invincibly attracted toward her. In the midst of these other women, attired in robes of the last or the next fashion, of all the colors of the rainbow, Marsa, in her gown of black lace, was by far the loveliest of them all. Michel watched he

ghting cigars, and the ladies seeking the mirrors in the

proceeding to Maisons-Lafitte, where Marsa was to land. Many of the passenge

r after the noisy chatter of a moment ago. She leaned over the side o

steps toward her, when he felt a hand laid upon his shoulder. He turned, thi

u, but the fantastic composition of the guests is very curious. Baroness Dinati has furnished us with an 'o

sentative of modern society. I have met almost all

in his guttural voice, "th

ed only for your idol, your country, and everything amazes you. If you had, like me, wandered all over the world, you would not be astonished at anything; although, to

rily perhaps, at Marsa Laszlo, lea

d: 'I am old.' He was in mourning at one and the same time for all his people and for our country. But you! You have grown up, my dear fellow, in happy ti

l fro

ife," continued Varhely. "It seems to me o

ver," said Michel, gravely.

young man's face. "I knew your dear wife when she was quite small, in her father's house. He gave me an asylum at Prague, af

of Georgei. Ah! our generation has never known your brave hopes; and your grief, believe me, was better than our boredom. We are useless encumberers of the earth. Upon my word, it seems to me that we are unset

me more melancholy, and his eyes again soug

d gradually approached Marsa, who, her chin resting on her hand, and her eyes

s, who was promenading on the bank with the Baroness, Michel Menko paused before addressing

and in a low voice, he

ar

lectric shock, and, turning quickly, me

Michel, in a humbl

y do you speak to me? You must have see

the quick. You are driving me mad. I

d very rapidly, as if he felt th

her even than the implacable look in her dark eyes

enko tremble as if each syllable of t

claimed, implo

ss Zilah," responded the young girl, passing haughtily by him,

ainfully, and accompanied them with such a flash from her bea

give

retire as far from him as she could, as if his presence were an insult to her. Tears of rage started in