while the side couples in their turn danced the figure. But the
stranger went up to the pretty dancer, and leaning over, said in a
gentle but commanding tone:

"Clara, my child, do not dance any more."

Clara made a little pouting face, bent her head, and finally smiled.
When the dance was over, the young man wrapped her in a cashmere shawl
with a lover's care, and seated her in a place sheltered from the
wind. Very soon Mademoiselle de Fontaine, seeing them rise and walk
round the place as if preparing to leave, found means to follow them
under pretence of admiring the views from the garden. Her brother lent
himself with malicious good-humor to the divagations of her rather
eccentric wanderings. Emilie then saw the attractive couple get into
an elegant tilbury, by which stood a mounted groom in livery. At the
moment when, from his high seat, the young man was drawing the reins
even, she caught a glance from his eye such as a man casts aimlessly
at the crowd; and then she enjoyed the feeble satisfaction of seeing
him turn his head to look at her. The young lady did the same. Was it
from jealousy?

"I imagine you have now seen enough of the garden," said her brother.
"We may go back to the dancing."

"I am ready," said she. "Do you think the girl can be a relation of
Lady Dudley's?"

"Lady Dudley may have some male relation staying with her," said the
Baron de Fontaine; "but a young girl!--No!"