"Very."
Harry knew that Louis had always been a favorite with Isabel, but the remotest idea of the real state of the case never for a moment occured
to him.
When the dance was over, they went out on the glass extension room. Presently Harry said abruptly:
"Isabel, I really thought that you would have been Mrs. Taschereau."
"Harry!"
"I did, indeed."
"Harry, don't," she said imploringly.
Just then Everard and Emily came in, and at the next dance they exchanged partners. As they passed under the hall lamp, Everard remarked the extreme palor
of her countenance. "You are ill, Miss Leicester," he said.