"Is anything the matter?" My lady's absent tone did not invite confidences. "My Lady--" the woman hesitated; yet seemed anxious to speak. "I--my Lady," she began again; with sign of encouragement from the Governor's daughter, would have gone on; but the latter, after waiting a moment, abruptly withdrew the silken-shod foot. "The banquet! It is past the hour!" An instant she stood, not seeing the other or the expression of disappointment on the woman's countenance; then quickly walked to the door. Nor, as the Governor's daughter moved down the long corridor, with crimson lips set hard, was she cognizant of another face that looked out from one of the many passages of the palace after her--the face of a younger woman whose dark, spying eyes glowed and whose hands closed at sight of the vanishing figure! The sound of gay voices, however, as she neared the banqueting hall, perforce recalled my lady to a sense of her surroundings; at the same time a figure in full court dress stepped from the widely opened doors. An adequate degree of expectancy on his handsome countenance, my lord, the Marquis, who had been waiting, lover-fashion, for the first glimpse of his mistress that evening, now gallantly tendered his greetings. Seldom, perhaps, had the ancient banqueting hall presented a more festive appearance. Fruits and flowers made bright the tables; banners medieval, trophies of many victories, trailed from the ceiling; a hundred lights were reflected from ornaments of crystal and dishes of gold. On every hand an almost barbaric profusion impressed the guests with the opulence of the Mount; that few could sit in more state than this pale lord of the North, or few queens preside over a scene of greater splendor than their fair hostess, his daughter! With feverish semblance of spirit, she took her place; beneath the keen eyes of his Excellency responded to sallies of wit, and only when between courses the music played, did her manner relax. Then, leaning on her elbow, with cheeks aflame and downcast eyes, she professed to listen to dainty strains--the sighing of the old troubadours, as imitated by a group of performers in costume on a balcony at one end of the hall. "Charming!" The voice was the Marquis'; she looked at him, though her eyes conveyed but a shadowy impression. "You have quite recovered from your trip to the dungeons?" "Quite!" With a sudden lift of the head. "The dungeons?" His Excellency's gaze was on them. "I understand," looking at Elise, "you had a slight adventure?" The glow on her cheek faded. "Yes." She seemed to speak with difficulty. "It--was too stupid!" "To get lost? Say, rather, it was venturesome to have attempted to return alone." "Just what I said to the Lady Elise!" broke in the Marquis. "And to have left us at a most interesting moment!" "Interesting?" The Governor's steel-gray eyes regarded the speaker inquiringly. "We were about to visit the Black Seigneur!"