A Woman's Will. Warner Anne

quitted the divan as she spoke and went to the mirror over the mantelpiece. There was something in the action that suddenly recalled Rosina to her senses, and she sprang to her feet and disappeared into the sleeping-room beyond, returning in two or three minutes bearing evidence of Ottillie’s deft touch. She found Molly still before the mirror, and as her own reflection appeared over her friend’s shoulder the other nodded and laughed.

      “You seem to have made a deep impression,” she said gayly.

      “I can’t understand it all,” Rosina began; “he made such a fuss over his good-bye last night and – and – well, really, I never dreamed of his doing such a thing as to come here.”

      “I’m heartily glad that he’s come, because now I shall meet him, and I’ve heard – ”

      She was interrupted by a slight tap at the door, and before either could cry “Entrez!” it was flung open and Von Ibn strode into the room. The first glance at his face showed both that something was gone all wrong, and most horribly so.