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AT THE BALL. | 91 what self-possession, she accepted the homage done her on all sides. George Winterfeld had been in the rooms for some time, but as yet she had hardly exchanged a word with him. When, on his entrance, he had come up to pay his respects to her mother and her- self, the colonel had arrived at the same instant, wishing to introduce his two sons, and had at once claimed the ladies’ attention for himself and the young officers. Some personages of high rank, also numbering among the intimatesof the castle, had joined the circle; and the young clerk, feeling quite isolated and astranger in the midst, was forced to with- draw, lest he might appear importunate. Since then he had found no means of approaching Ga- brielle. She had remained close to her mother and guardian, taking part with them in the reception of the guests, but now he must hesitate no longer; the first strains of music were already sounding, and George, who was determined at any risk to have a few words with his love during the course of the evening, threw off his attitude of reserve. He drew near, and begged the young Baroness Harder to accord him a dance. Gabrielle had foreseen this, and had taken care to keep at least one free. She promptly consented. The baron, who was talking to Councilor Moser, heard herreply. He turned round, and looked at the two in surprise. “T thought you had not a dance at your disposal,” said he. “Have you really one free?” “Fraulein von Harder has been so kind as to promise me the second waltz,” declared George. The baron frowned. “Indeed, Gabrielle? If I mistake not, you re- fused that dance to Colonel Wilten’s son.” “Certainly I did. I had already promised it to Mr. Winterfeld.” - “Oh!” said Raven, slowly. “ Well, he who is first in the field assuredly has the best right. Baron Wilten will deplore his mischance in arriving too late.” Eomichboo <S (E(0)