"I will."
And just then a star shot down from heaven, and sank into the dark and troubled waters of the sea below.
[CHAPTER XIV.]
ONE MAN AND ONE WOMAN.
ITTING in her bijou apartments, which consisted of a handsome "Flat" in a quiet and respectable portion of New York, Dolores seemed lost in pleasant reverie, when her little French maid, Lorette, appeared before her.
"Everything is done but the dusting of this room, Madame," she said, in her native tongue. "Will Madame sit in the boudoir now—"
"No, Lorette, you can go," Dolores answered, speaking French with as fine an accent as the Parisian née. "I will finish dusting, and as I am to dine out with Monsieur to-day, you need not return before to-morrow."