enough sworn at her; but
she recoiled from the roughness of this lover as if it hurt her. Her eyes
were not languishing now, but startled--then slowly they grew dim and
soft with tears.

Abel Newt looked at her, surprised and pleased.

"Kitty, you're a woman still, and I like it. It's so much the better.
I don't want a dragon or a machine. Come, girl, are you afraid?"

"Of what?"

"Of me--of the future--of any thing?"

The tone of his voice had a lingering music of the same kind as the
lingering beauty in her face. It was a sensual, seductive sound.

"No, I am not afraid," she answered, turning to him. "But, oh! my God! my
God! if we were only both young again!"

She spoke with passionate hopelessness, and the tears dried in her eyes.

Later in the evening Mrs. Delilah Jones appeared at the French minister's
ball.

"Upon the whole," said Mr. Ele to his partner, "I have never seen Mrs.
Jones so superb as she is to-night."

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.

"I hope all will go well."

"All what?" he asked, roughly.

"All our plans."

"Abel Newt was not born to fail," he replied; "or at least General Belch
said so."

His companion had no knowledge of what Abel really meant to do. She only
knew that he was capable of every thing, and as for herself, her little
mask had fallen, and she did not even wish to pick it up again.

They sat together silently for a long time. He poured freely and drank
deeply, and whiffed cigar after cigar nervously away. The few bells of
the city tolled the hours. Ele had come during the evening and knocked at
the door, but Abel did not let him in. He and his companion sat silently,
and heard the few bells s