CHAPTER XIII.

HUSBAND AND WIFE. Count Charny was clad in black, mourning for his brother slain two days before. This mourning was not solely in his habit, but in the recesses of his heart, and his pallid cheeks attested what grief he had undergone. Never are handsome faces finer than after sorrow, and the rapid glance of his wife perceived that he had never looked more superb. She closed her eyes an instant, slightly held back her head to draw a full breath and laid her hand on her heart which seemed about to break. When she ope…