108 EGLANTINE.

 

ing. They soon arrived at the house. Doralice
stopped.

‘What, madam!’ said the Viscount, ‘is this where
you live?’ and then he seemed to think of the im-
mense fortune that Doralice once had, and of the use
she made of it, and that she might now be living in
a humbler station in order to clear her husband’s
debts. She made him go in and showed him her
sitting-room, which was furnished and ornamented
with great taste.

‘Every ornament you see in this room,’ said Dora-
lice, ‘was done by Eglantine; she worked that otto-
man and drew those landscapes.’

The Viscount could not conceal his surprise, which
almost amounted to incredulity. He looked at Eglan-
tine, and now for the first time saw the sad change in
her features. Eglantine smiled, and a deep blush
mantled her face; the Viscount scrutinized her with’
great curiosity. He began to get quite interested
about her, and could not fail to admire the graceful-
ness of her figure, and the expression of her face—
esteeming the beauty she had acquired a thousand
times better than that which she had lost. Her con-
versation surprised him still more—he could hardly
persuade himself that she was the same person he had