She UNDERSTOOD; and the gentle heart throbbed in her bosom, forgetful of The Brute.

Her eyes glowed with the soft radiance of stars.

Into her pale cheeks came a sweet flush.

She sat the baby down, and with the cloth and warm water continued to bathe Miki's head.

Le Beau, had he been human, must have worshipped her then as she knelt there, all that was pure and beautiful in motherhood, an angel of mercy, radiant for a moment in her forgetfulness of HIM.