All the girls, and even the assistant governesses sympathized with little Cora; and she was permitted to converse apart with him at this sad time. “Do not forget me, Cora,” said the boy, as he affectionately wound his arm around the tearful girl. “When I grow to be a man, I will visit your beautiful island, and you shall introduce your brother Harry to his sister Cora’s father.” With renewed protestations of constancy the children parted. * * * * * Madame Chalon’s fine house was brilliantly lighted; carriages were rolling to and from the door; the sound of gay music could be heard by the passers-by; and from the large balconied windows of the drawing-rooms might be seen, group after group of gayly dressed women, and _distingué_ looking men in the promenade. The elegant and courteous lady of the mansion was receiving her dear five hundred friends at one of her annual balls, given to introduce the young ladies who had finished the course of studies at her school into general society. Delighted and satisfied, she moved quietly and smilingly through her rooms, receiving her friends, and superintending her young _élèves_. Every thing was as it should be—the most fastidious could not fail to be satisfied, either as they looked at the tasteful decorations of the rooms, the entertainment, the music, or the guests; therefore, knowing all this, Madame Chalon’s heart was at rest. Of her young ladies who were at this season making their _entrée_ into the fashionable world under her auspices, Cora Neill created the greatest sensation; and even in such an assemblage of beauty as was here on this night, she was universally admitted to be the belle of the room. Years had rolled by since she had first entered the school—years, which had changed her into a beautiful, accomplished woman. Her docility of disposition, her winning manners, and quickness of intellect, had endeared her to the governesses and pupils; and her approaching departure from the school, which was to take place in a few months, at the close of the season, was looked forward to by them with great regret. Cora had just finished a dance, when Madame Chalon came up to her, leaning on the arm of a gentleman. “Allow me, my dear,” she said, “to recall to your memory a friend of your little girlhood. He was too timid to trust to your recollection. I need not call him Mr. Belton—you already remember him, I am sure, although the years that have passed since you met, have changed you both.”