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It was only when the supple, agile figure had left us to fly down the steep rock-cut steps; when it shot over the top of the gateway and slid with the grace of a lizard into the street far below us, that we were made sensible of there having been any special need of madame's being in haste ...

"Would you not have enjoyed gathering yourself that delicate rose that looks coquettish out of its simplicity?" he asked. "Thank you, no," Caroline interrupted. "I selected it from Madame's Paris bonnets, because it suited my complexion. If I had picked the rose in the sun, don't you see my complexion would no longer have suited it?"

The servants had apparently retired for the night. He crept up to the half-open door and peered in. The room, as he had hoped to find it, was empty, but Madame's easy-chair was drawn up to the fire, and some coffee stood upon the hob. Stealthily Peter Ruff crept in and glanced around, seeking for a hiding place. A movement upstairs hastened his decision.

"On my account?" repeated the unhappy girl, mechanically. "And I, who saw the letter lying on Madame's desk before she sealed it, fancied I could read " "What did you fancy you could read?" "I might possibly have been mistaken, though " "Tell me, what was it?" "The name of Bragelonne." La Valliere rose hurriedly from her chair, a prey to the most painful agitation.

"Yes, she told me she had heard of it," replied Celeste, "but she begged me not to mention it to madame, as such things always have a bad effect. The worst is that if her child's dead madame's little one isn't much better off." At this La Couteau pricked up her ears. "Ah! so things are not satisfactory?" "No, indeed. It isn't on account of her milk; that's good enough, and she has plenty of it.

The curé moved forward, holding out his hand. He made it evident that this was goodbye. "Will you not take Madame's advice, and my invitation?" he asked, his good brown eyes warm and gentle. "Yes!" Mary answered impulsively, laying her hand in his. He clasped it, looking kindly into her face. "I am very glad. Thank you.

Who in the world wants to look back on it?" One could not doubt madame's energy of opinion on that question to hear her voice. "We have done our future, we have performed it, if you will. Our future!

The servant stared stonily at first, then, as she mentioned her name and he saw her face, he suddenly became servile, and asked them into a small waiting- room. Monsieur Fournel was at home, and should be informed at once of Madame's arrival. A few moments later the servant, somewhat graver, but as courteous still, came to say that Monsieur would receive her in his library.

He muttered something to himself, and dropped back into the chair before the fire. "Does Madame de Courcelles know that I am here?" he asked, as the servant, after lingering a moment, was about to leave the room. "I delivered Monsieur le Vicomte's message, and brought back Madame's reply," said the man, "half an hour ago." "True I had forgotten it. You may go."

Villiers had disappeared entirely, and had taken the nugget with him, so where he was and what he was doing remained a mystery. One result of Madame's illness was that M. Vandeloup had met Dr Gollipeck, and the two, though apparently dissimilar in both character and appearance, had been attracted to one another by a liking which they had in common.