Oh, these transient fascinations, what eternal miseries they sometimes
bring!

But a greater trial awaited the jealous wife in the evening, when they
were all gathered in the drawing-room, and Rosa Blondelle, beautifully
dressed, seated herself at the grand piano, and began to sing and play
some of the impassioned songs from the Italian operas; and Lyon Berners,
a very great enthusiast in music, hung over the siren, doubly entranced
by her beauty and her voice. Sybil, too, stood with the little group at
the piano; but she stood back in the shade, where the expression of her
agonized face could not be seen by the other two, even if they had been
at leisure to observe her. She was suffering the fiercest tortures of
jealousy.

Sybil's education had been neglected, as I have told you. She had a fine
contralto voice and a perfect ear, but these were both uncultivated; and
so she could only sing and play the simplest ballads in the language.
She had often regretted her want of power to please the fastidious
musical taste of her husband; but never so bitterly as now, when she saw
that power in the possession of another, and that other a beauty, a
rival, and an inmate of her house. Oh, how deeply she now deplored her
short-sightedness in bringing this siren to her home!

At the most impassioned, most expressive passages of the music, Rosa
Blondelle would lift her eloquent blue eyes to those of Lyon Berners,
who responded to their language.

And Sybil stood in the shadow near them, with pallid cheeks, compressed
lips, and glittering eyes--mute, still, full of repressed anguish and
restrained fury.

Ah, Rosa Blondelle, take heed! Better that you should come between the
lioness and her young than between Sybil Berners and her love!

Yet again, on this evening, this jealous wife, this strange young
creature, so full of contradictions and inconsistencies; so strong, yet
so weak; so confiding, yet so suspicious; so magnanimous, yet so
vindictive; once again, I say, successfully exerted her wonderful powers
of self-control, and endured the ordeal of that evening in silence, and
at its close bade her guest good-night without betraying the anguish of
her heart.

When she found herself alone with her husband in their chamber, her
fortitude nearly forsook her, especially as he himself immediately
opened the subject of their beautiful guest.

"She is perfectly charming," said Mr. Berners. "Every day develops some
new gift or grac