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IN A GLASS DARKLY.
name the lady, you will promise to admit that I am right."
"Must I promise?"
"Certainly not, there is no compulsion; but your promise is the only condition on which I will speak to you again."
I hesitated for a moment; but how could she possibly tell? The Countess would scarcely have admitted this little romance to any one; and the mask in the La Valliere costume could not possibly know who the masked domino beside her was.
"I consent," I said, "I promise."
"You must promise on the honour of a gentleman."
"Well, I do; on the honour of a gentleman."
"Then this lady is the Countess de St. Alyre." I was unspeakably surprised; I was disconcerted; but I remembered my promise, and said—
