if he would loosen his martinet rein upon you, and permit you to make your debut in society as my bridesmaid?  How those maddening white teeth of his glittered, as he smiled approvingly at the proposition?  Whenever they gleam out, they remind me of a tiger preparing to crunch the bones of a tender gazelle, or a bleating lamb.  Now you comprehend what brings me here at this unseasonable hour?  Armed with your noble guardian’s sanction, I crave the honour of your services as bridesmaid at my approaching nuptials.  Your dress, dear, must be gentian-coloured silk to match your eyes, and clouded over with tulle of the same hue, relieved by sprays of gentians with silver leaves glittering with icicles, and you shall look on that occasion as lovely as an orthodox Hebrew angel; or, what is far more stylish, beautiful as ox-eyed Here poised above Olympos, watching old Zeus flirt surreptitiously with Aphrodite!  Will you be first bridesmaid?”

“No, I will not be your bridesmaid.  I could never co-operate in the unhallowed scheme of wedding a man whom you despise.  Oh, Olga! do not degrade yourself by such a mercenary traffic.”

“My dear, uncontaminated innocent, don’t you see that society, and mamma, and Erle Palma have all conspired to make an Isaac of me?  Bound hand and foot, I lie on the Moriah of fashionable life; but the grim fact stares me in the face, that no ram will be forthcoming when the slaughter begins!  No relenting hand will stay the uplifted knife.  Diana will not snatch me into Tauris, and mamma cannot sail prosperously from the Aulis of Erle Palma’s charity until I am sacrificed.  Ah! the pitying tenderness of maternal love!”

She spoke with intolerable bitterness, and Regina put one arm around her.

“Olga, she loves you too well to doom you to lifelong misery.  You always talk so mockingly, and say so many queer things you do not mean, that she does not realize your true sentiments.  Show her your heart, your real feelings, and she will never consent to see you marry that man.”

“Do you believe that I successfully mask my heart?  Not from mamma, not from Erle Palma.  They know all its tortures, all its wild desperate struggles, and they are confident that after awhile I shall wear out my own opposition, and sullenly succumb to their wishes.  They have taken an inventory of Silas Congreve’s worldly goods, and in exchange would gladly brand his name as title-deed upon my brow.  To-night I have danced, laughed, chattered like a yellow parrot, ate, drank champagne, flattered, flirted, and fibbed, until I am wellnigh mad.  It seems to me that a whole legion of demons lie in wait outside of your door to seize my shivering desolate soul.”

She shuddered, and pressed her fingers over her glittering eyes.