night in the garden about Madame Koller? that she was then, and had been for a long time, nothing to me? Did you ever have a renewal of your unjust suspicions?"
"No," answered Olivia, as clearly, after a short silence.
In another instant they were among the crowd of dancers in the ball room. Neither knew exactly how they happened to get there. Pembroke did not often dance, and was rather surprised when he found himself whirling around the ball room with Olivia, to the rhythm of a dreamy waltz. It was soon over. It came back to Olivia that she ought not so soon to part company with the De Peysters, and she stopped at once, thereby cutting short her own rapture as well as Pembroke's. Without a word, Pembroke led her back to where the Colonel and Mrs. De Peyster and Helena were. Helena's pretty face wore a cloud. She had not yet been asked to dance, and was more puzzled than pleased at the meeting which she had witnessed in all its strangeness. Pembroke good naturedly took her for a turn and brought her back with her card half filled and the smiles dimpling all over her face.
Meanwhile, the ball went on merrily. Ryleief escaped from his post as soon as possible and sought Pembroke.
"So you knew M. Volkonsky?" he said eagerly, in a whisper.
"Yes," said Pembroke—and his look and tone expressed volumes.
