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We did as we said. I watched from the distance this important

conference, all the details of which I guessed. While Miss Suzannah was

addressing my aunt in English, I saw her laugh in a sly manner, casting

a glance at me. She at once understood our request; then turned her

attention again to Kondjé-Gul, and continued, quite undisturbed, the

subject which she had last commenced talking about with her. I had so

perfectly anticipated all the phases of this scene, that I seemed to

hear what she said. By Kondjé-Gul's face I could tell the moment my aunt

approached her on our subject, and the negative gesture with which she

replied was so decisive--I was nearly saying so full of horror--that,

fearing lest she should cut off her retreat completely, I deemed it

advisable to intervene as quickly as possible.

I advanced, therefore, without any more ado, joined their group, and

addressing myself to the handsome young foreigner, I said to her: "I should not like you to think me indifferent to the pleasure of

dancing with you, mademoiselle; I meant to have asked you for the first

waltz; but, alas! Miss Suzannah tells me that you do not dance!"

"You have come to the rescue, André," chimed in my aunt. "I was just

endeavouring to convert the young lady to our customs by telling her

that she would be taken for a little savage."

At this expression, which she had so often heard me utter, Kondjé-Gul

smiled and cast a furtive glance at me. Miss Suzannah supported my aunt,

and the victory was already won. They were beginning to play a waltz, so

Maud took her hand and forced it into mine; I clasped her by the waist

and led her off. During the first few turns Kondjé-Gul trembled with

excitement; I felt her heart beating violently against my bosom, and I

confess I was nearly losing my own self-possession. Once we found

ourselves some way removed from the rest, and, with her head resting on

my shoulder, she whispered in my ear: "Do you still love me, dear? Are you satisfied with me?"

"Yes, but take care!" I answered hurriedly: "you are too beautiful, and

all their eyes are fixed upon us."

"If they only knew!"----she added, with a laugh.

I stopped a moment, to let her take breath. Each time any couple came

near us, we appeared to be engaged in one of those ball-room

conversations the only characteristic of which is their frivolity, and

as soon as they were out of hearing, we talked together in a low voice.