She stood by the mantle, queen-like—so the representatives from several States remarked—and all the evening fresh comers offered homage.
“Ma foi!” said the old Brazilian ambassador, as he gazed at her through his eye-glass, and smacked his lips.
“Tiens!” responded the sexagenarian representative from Chili, half-closing one eye.
CHAPTER LXXXV. — GETTING READY.
Hope Wayne had not forgotten the threat which Abel had vaguely thrown out; but she supposed it was only an expression of disappointment and indignation. Could she have seen him a few evenings after the ball and his conversation with Mrs. Delilah Jones, she might have thought differently.
He sat with the same woman in her room.
“To-morrow, then?” she said, looking at him, hesitatingly.
“To-morrow,” he answered, grimly.