Her glance fell from mine at this, but not quickly enough to conceal asudden, half-startled look of trouble (I can think of no other way toexpress it) that leaped into it; and she rose, for the lunch-bell wasringing.

"I'm just finishing the death of Jean Valjean, you know, in LesMiserables," she exclaimed, as we moved to the door. "I'm always afraid I'llcry over that. I try not to, because it makes my eyes black."