“That is the man!” said Henrietta to herself; “that is Daniel’s friend!”

At first she disliked him excessively.  Upon examining him more closely, she thought his composure affected, and his whole appearance lacking in frankness.  But she never thought for a moment of distrusting M. de Brevan.  Daniel had blindly recommended him to her; and that was enough.  She had been too severely punished when she tried to follow her own inspirations, ever to think of repeating the experiment.

Still she kept him in view.  After having been presented to the Countess Sarah and her husband, he had thrown himself into the crowd, and managed, after a while, to get near to her.  He went from one group to another, throwing a word to each one, gaining thus, insensibly, and without affectation, a small chair, which was vacant, by the side of Henrietta.

And the air of perfect indifference with which he took possession of it would have made you think he had fully measured the danger of risking a confidential talk with a young lady under the eyes of fifty or sixty persons.  He commenced with some of those set phrases which furnish the currency of society, speaking loud enough to be heard by the neighbors, and to satisfy their curiosity, if they should have a fancy for listening.  As he noticed that Henrietta had turned very red, and looked overcome, while fixing most anxiously her eyes upon him, he even said,—­

“I pray you, madam, affect a little more indifference.  Smile; we may be watched.  Remember that we must not know each other; that we are perfect strangers to each other.”

Then he began in a very loud voice to sing the praise of the last new play that had been performed, until finally, thinking that he had put all suspicions asleep, he drew a little nearer, and, casting down his eyes, he said,—­

“It is useless to tell you, madam, that I am M. de Brevan.”

“I heard your name announced, sir,” replied Henrietta in the same way.

“I have taken the liberty of writing to you, madam, under cover to your maid Clarissa, according to Daniel’s orders; but I hope you will pardon me.”

“I have nothing to pardon, sir, but to thank you very much, from the bottom of my heart, for your generous devotion.”

No man is perfect.  A passing blush colored the cheeks of M. de Brevan; he had to cough a little; and once or twice passed his hand between his collar and his neck, as if he felt troubled in his throat.

“You must have thought,” continued Henrietta, “that I was not in great haste to avail myself of your kind offer; but—­there were difficulties—­in my way”—­

“Oh, yes!  I know,” broke in M. de Brevan, sadly shaking his head; “your maid has told me.  For she found me at home, as no doubt you have heard; and your letter arrived just in time to be sent on with mine.  They will gain a fortnight in this way; for the mail for Cochin China does not leave more than once a month,—­on the 26th.”