had either feigned or forgotten the sentiments he expressed for her.
She saw she was observed by the Countess and Olivia with an earnestness that seemed to say they wished to develop her feelings; and she immediately forced herself into conversation; but never before was one so painful to her; her thoughts were perpetually wandering from the subject; and she rejoiced when the officers rose to depart.
The Countess then ordered her coach; and she and Madeline were just going to it, when M. Chalons (the gentleman who had wished to dance with Madeline the preceding evening) appeared: finding the ladies on the point of departing, he regretted the lateness of his visit, and paid his compliments in a manner so pleasing to the Countess, that she invited him to accompany her friends whenever they paid their promised visit at the chateau; an invitation which he accepted with rapture, and a glance to Made-
