Mr. Courtenaye had just entered the room, though he had not as yet perceived them. Indeed, the position in which Ethel stood effectually screened her from observation; and Henrietta thought she could not do better than stand as they were, thus giving her companion time to recover her outward composure.
In the meantime, Mr. Courtenaye had caught sight of the countess, and came eagerly forward to speak. She was delighted to renew the acquaintance; for, in her own mind, she had already arranged to what it was to lead. The crowd, which had been collecting for the last hour, had now become exceedingly dense, and a sudden movement forcing Lady Marchmont forward, separated her from her friend. Norbourne did not see her face, but saw that a young woman was placed in a very embarrassing situation; offered, or rather drew her arm within his own. She was so situated, that it was impossible to refuse; the crowd still pressed upon them; their eyes met, and to both it seemed like a dream. Neither even attempted speaking; but, though Norbourne
