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Rh "What, mother?"

"That the count will never accept an invitation to dine with us."

"Yes; but then he breakfasted with me indeed, he made his first appearance in the world on that occasion."

"But your house is not M. de Morcerf's," murmured Mercedes; "and since he has been here I have watched him."

"Well?"

"Well, he has taken nothing yet."

"The count is very temperate." Mercedes smiled sadly.

"Go to him," said she, "and the next waiter that passes, insist upon his taking something."

"But why, mother?"

"Oblige me, Albert," said Mercedes. Albert kissed his mother's hand, and drew near to the count. Another salver passed, loaded as the preceding ones; she saw Albert attempt to persuade the count, but he obstinately refused. Albert rejoined his mother; she was very pale.

"Well," said she, "you see he refuses?"

"Yes; but why need this annoy you?"

"You know, Albert, women are singular creatures. I should like to have seen the count take something in my house, if only a morsel of pomegranate. Perhaps he cannot reconcile himself to the French style of living, and might prefer something else."

"Oh, no! I have seen him eat of everything in Italy; no doubt he does not feel inclined this evening."

"And besides," said the countess, "accustomed as he is to burning climates, possibly he does not feel the heat as we do."

"I no not think that, for he has complained of feeling almost suffocated, and asked why the Venetian blinds were not opened as well as the windows."

"In a word," said Mercedes, "it was a way of assuring me that his abstinence was intended." And she left the room.

A minute afterward the blinds were thrown open, and through the jessamine and clematis that overhung the window might be seen the garden ornamented with lanterns, and the supper laid under the tent. Dancers, players, talkers, all uttered an exclamation of joy every one inhaled with delight the breeze that floated in. At the same time, Mercedes re-appeared, paler than before, but with that composed expression of countenance which she sometimes wore. She went straight the group of which her husband formed the center.

"Do not detain these gentlemen here, count," she said; "they would