And , to her great surprise , he rose and left her , without another word . She saw him no more till evening ; then he looked excited , played stormily , and would sing in defiance of danger . The trouble in Amy 's face seemed reflected in Helen 's , though not a word had passed between them . She kept her eye on Casimer , with an intentness that worried Amy , and even when he was at the instrument Helen stood near him , as if fascinated , watching the slender hands chase one another up and down the keys with untiring strength and skill . Suddenly she left the room and did not return . Amy was so nervous by that time , she could restrain herself no longer , and slipping out , found her cousin in their chamber , poring over a glove . `` Oh , Nell , what is it ? You are so odd to-night I ca n't understand you . The music excites me , and I 'm miserable , and I want to know what has happened , '' she said , tearfully . `` I 've found him ! '' whispered Helen , eagerly , holding up the glove with a gesture of triumph . `` Who ? '' asked Amy , blinded by her tears . `` The baron . '' `` Where ? -- when ? '' cried the girl , amazed . `` Here , and now . '' `` Do n't take my breath away ; tell me quick , or I shall get hysterical . '' `` Casimer is Sigismund Palsdorf , and no more a Pole than I am , '' was Helen 's answer .
XXXXX dropped in a heap on the floor , not fainting , but so amazed she had neither strength nor breath left .
Amy Casimer Helen Nell Palsdorf Pole evening intentness left to-night